Daylight Saving Time
I have no understanding, neither conceptual nor practical, of why or how Daylight Saving Time works. (I do know that it is properly called Daylight *Saving* Time and not Daylight *Savings* Time. This gives me a small sense of comfort and superiority, which consoles me, somewhat, for my ignorance.)
I appreciate the later sunny hours now that I am older. It feels like extra time. Yes, and it feels like extra daylight time gives more significance and poignance to the moment; more things can happen even if they don't. One must pay attention.Or, passively put, attention must be paid. If you savor everything you will have lived more fully. You will not have allowed the one life you are conscious of now slip past you unnoticed, not let the world go by unremarked and unrecognized.
There is a downside to the whole savor the moment or event or what have you. For me at least, the hyper-awareness leads to too much rumination. The poignancy veers into melancholia. Every moment savored and felt deeply is simultaneously a moment that is more intensely slipping away. The moment, fused with attention, made more real and present, goes by. So in some way, awareness is the felt loss of presence. Loss and presence become one. Awareness, in this melancholic view of it, can never be pure. But perhaps the point of awareness is the slippage. The light lasts longer but you can never catch it as it goes even with more time and attention. Getting comfortable with that may be a goal, may be the practice. I don't really know. But I don't 'think I want the comfort of acceptance. Holding on or letting go are in this basic way the same. They are a struggle. The effort to remain aware is founded in the basic desire to keep struggling. Keeping time as it disappears.
I appreciate the later sunny hours now that I am older. It feels like extra time. Yes, and it feels like extra daylight time gives more significance and poignance to the moment; more things can happen even if they don't. One must pay attention.Or, passively put, attention must be paid. If you savor everything you will have lived more fully. You will not have allowed the one life you are conscious of now slip past you unnoticed, not let the world go by unremarked and unrecognized.
There is a downside to the whole savor the moment or event or what have you. For me at least, the hyper-awareness leads to too much rumination. The poignancy veers into melancholia. Every moment savored and felt deeply is simultaneously a moment that is more intensely slipping away. The moment, fused with attention, made more real and present, goes by. So in some way, awareness is the felt loss of presence. Loss and presence become one. Awareness, in this melancholic view of it, can never be pure. But perhaps the point of awareness is the slippage. The light lasts longer but you can never catch it as it goes even with more time and attention. Getting comfortable with that may be a goal, may be the practice. I don't really know. But I don't 'think I want the comfort of acceptance. Holding on or letting go are in this basic way the same. They are a struggle. The effort to remain aware is founded in the basic desire to keep struggling. Keeping time as it disappears.
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