Another year is gone away,
another day will end,
another minute will tick on by,
another second around the bend.

Ok, so I'm no poet.

Why is it that time is so tangible at the changes? Does it get bumpier?

Tonight at midnight when we move into 2003 and leave 2002 behind, never to be changed again, I find myself to be pondering.... do we live in time? Or do we mearly exist and time is a convenience?

Are we moving through time and can we change the rate at which we move through time? Or is time totally abstract? Can we, for lack of a better term, overclock our own brains to travel through time more slowly? Or slow down aging by skipping points in time that we don't need?

I'm given to believe that time is a fabrication, a by product of our own brains.

It is as though we are a program with static variables. Most of our memory hangs around but eventually we have to dump some of it to make space for new data. Maybe getting old is just bit rot...

Well, whatever it is, happy new year.

Apparently some people think I am their enemy...

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Not quite sure what I would have done to get on their enemy list.

But currently I have more fans than freaks so I don't really care either.

Am I that fascinating that you would really want to know what I might have to write in my journal?