New songs, old meanings. New foes, old friends. New wounds, old scars. New adventures, the same old grounds. The same setting - and an updated rules. Old kisses, new lips. Old words emerging new ideas, old notes breeding new music. But, when we are? How old we are? Are we old or new, fresh or worn and torn, dead or born-again, swaggering or eagering, experienced or cogiting?
During that time, I've noticed that time could and should be considered more like imagined category, not like space which seems to be real despite of our whining.
When we start looking at how the time was imagined we should inevitably find that time is imagined like space almost in all cases. Check out the classic concept of the coordinate line leading us to a single-dimensioned concept of time. Look at time cone drawn by relativistic physics. Remember more modern concept of time being just another dimension, like height, wight, and lenght, and more of others which don't have a trivia names. Ask yourself about that catching belief of the natives of the South America: the man is sitiing down and let the winds of future time come from his back to his sight, so that becomes a past - this is unusual, right? It's not like the river of time, of course. But whatever.
More for that point. Check out these phrases: the time has come, the time has gone, the time has slipped away, and so on. Even in language time is placed spacely (this is not the only way: you, for example, are killing your time while reading this). Yet we understand that time differs from height, we don't have an appropriate, all brand new semantics for time concept. Even things like "time spiral", "time running in circles" indeed are of the same kinf. Hothing has changed.
I can't bring it to you right now, maybe later. I want to show you something of that already existing (and exhausted) matter. I never liked the concept of moving time. Instead of this, I propose the man moving in time, rather than time moving for man.
Time without subject's consciousness seems to be an open space. An open here means not only the matter of boundaries, but more the character of itself. It is like Shreudinger's cat. Without man's consciousness, the status of event, from past, present, or future looks two-faced. It could happened, or it couldn't happened.
When man arrives, he doesn't only open the cat's boxes up. First, he open certain boxes and does not open the rest. That's one part of his identity. Moreover, he put some marks on this space. Therefore, he makes this space familiar to him, by placing warning signs on timespace. This is about not only past, but about future also. We put signs of upcoming birthdays of our peers just like we put some remarks in our mind about sightseeings we haven't seen yet.