As we move into the third millennium, perhaps now would be a great time to turn away from machine time, and return to the actual rhythms of the real world. Not the model, but the actual. Not the fabricated. The real.
Hours, minutes, seconds and weeks – they are all made up. There is mothing 7, 24, or 60 about time. Time zones, daylight savings too – all social constructs. The sun, the moon, and stars these are real. They gyre and swoon, eccentric and elliptical, for the universe is not a clockwork. It is vastly more profound.
In the natural world time is elastic; it pulses and flows. It is fluid, not mechanical. Continuous, not zoned. Flexible; neither standardised nor mean. And yet legacy time systems rebel against these realities at every turn. Why?
Industrial time is separated from reality. It literally exists apart. Rather than observe and conform to what actually is, the industrial time model asserts conceptual supremacy over the natural world it perports to desribe. Reality is too variable, too inconsistent — too alive — to be controlled, and so the actual univere is jettisoned for a more complient and regulatable model.
And yet it remains as true today as it was in 1841 when Ralph Waldo Emerson observed “a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.”
Some people say, time does not exist. It is an illusion, created by the mind, founded on separation. Which is exactly the what industrial time system is. Alienated.
But Mauna Kea stands calm and connected. It is a place from which the the earth almost touches heaven. Overhead at night the stars shine and wheel across the sky. The moon and the sun swoon and dance the tides. And beneath them all, the mauna slowly revolves, breathing in and out once a day, the end and the beginning of each global day. Not the suberb of some 19th century european empire, but the tallest pinnacle on the planet surrounded by the broadest ocean in the solar system.
Welcome to the Mauna.
Welcome to Time 2.0