▲ 208 ▼ Today’s My Birthday (2004-03-08) (discuss.online) submitted 1 week ago by m_f@discuss.online to c/pbf@discuss.online 11 comments fedilink hide all child comments 🔗
[–] Grandwolf319@sh.itjust.works 5 points 1 week ago (2 children) Jokes on you, the reaper actually counts everyday. permalink fedilink source hideshow 2 child comments replies: [–] DarkCloud@lemmy.world 2 points 1 week ago (1 child) I mean, the reaper probably just counts the same as everyone else right? It's not like he's using some different format of time just because he's a metaphysical being. Actually now that I think about it, being just bones, maybe that suggests no brain, and no decay, hence no biological clock, and a degree of immortality... ...so would such a being experience time at all, or just show up, like some sort of God that can only see death events, popping between them like we would flick through a record book. The pages and dates coming into vision and disappearing as easy as the flick of a wrist. permalink fedilink source parent hideshow 1 child comment replies: [–] Aqivex@fedinsfw.app 4 points 1 week ago Depends. My grandpa used to say he liked to be left alone on the porch because he could either review 60 years in an hour, or blink a few times for the season to pass over. I ain't hit 40 yet, but I already understand the power within subjectivity and maintaining an awareness of time. Given a few eons and a job that is both vitally necessary and endlessly incomplete, and I know exactly how it would go. Fast flashes of grim (heh) determination towards a task and then back to the blank. But the blank is inconsequential and isn't counted, awareness jumps from task to task, the seconds or years in-between do not exist. Unless a reason appears. Maybe Timmy almost wins the game for his soul because I let myself get rusty. Maybe Timmy dies in such a spectacularly fantastical fashion that it shakes me out of the work humdrum long enough to go (that's rad) and time would count differently again, for a time. I don't know, I'm not an immortal servitor of peace and rest. permalink fedilink source parent
[–] DarkCloud@lemmy.world 2 points 1 week ago (1 child) I mean, the reaper probably just counts the same as everyone else right? It's not like he's using some different format of time just because he's a metaphysical being. Actually now that I think about it, being just bones, maybe that suggests no brain, and no decay, hence no biological clock, and a degree of immortality... ...so would such a being experience time at all, or just show up, like some sort of God that can only see death events, popping between them like we would flick through a record book. The pages and dates coming into vision and disappearing as easy as the flick of a wrist. permalink fedilink source parent hideshow 1 child comment replies: [–] Aqivex@fedinsfw.app 4 points 1 week ago Depends. My grandpa used to say he liked to be left alone on the porch because he could either review 60 years in an hour, or blink a few times for the season to pass over. I ain't hit 40 yet, but I already understand the power within subjectivity and maintaining an awareness of time. Given a few eons and a job that is both vitally necessary and endlessly incomplete, and I know exactly how it would go. Fast flashes of grim (heh) determination towards a task and then back to the blank. But the blank is inconsequential and isn't counted, awareness jumps from task to task, the seconds or years in-between do not exist. Unless a reason appears. Maybe Timmy almost wins the game for his soul because I let myself get rusty. Maybe Timmy dies in such a spectacularly fantastical fashion that it shakes me out of the work humdrum long enough to go (that's rad) and time would count differently again, for a time. I don't know, I'm not an immortal servitor of peace and rest. permalink fedilink source parent
[–] Aqivex@fedinsfw.app 4 points 1 week ago Depends. My grandpa used to say he liked to be left alone on the porch because he could either review 60 years in an hour, or blink a few times for the season to pass over. I ain't hit 40 yet, but I already understand the power within subjectivity and maintaining an awareness of time. Given a few eons and a job that is both vitally necessary and endlessly incomplete, and I know exactly how it would go. Fast flashes of grim (heh) determination towards a task and then back to the blank. But the blank is inconsequential and isn't counted, awareness jumps from task to task, the seconds or years in-between do not exist. Unless a reason appears. Maybe Timmy almost wins the game for his soul because I let myself get rusty. Maybe Timmy dies in such a spectacularly fantastical fashion that it shakes me out of the work humdrum long enough to go (that's rad) and time would count differently again, for a time. I don't know, I'm not an immortal servitor of peace and rest. permalink fedilink source parent
