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Einstein's Dreams by Alan Lightman
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Jun 04, 12

Read in June, 2012

"In this world, there are two times. There is mechanical time and there is body time. The first is as rigid and metallic as a massive pendulum of iron that swings back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The second squirms and wiggles like a bluefish in a bay. The first is unyielding, predetermined. The second makes up its mind as it goes along.

Many are convinced that mechanical time does not exist. When they pass the giant clock on the Kramgases they do not see it; nor do they hear its chimes whole sending packages on Portgassee or strolling between flowers in the Rosengarten. They wear watches on their wrists, but only as ornaments or as courtesies to those who would give timepieces as gifts. They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead they listen to their heartbeats. They feel the rhythms of their moods and desires. Such people eat when they are hungry, go to their jobs at the millinery or chemist's whenever they wake from sleep, make love all hours of the day. Such people laugh at the thought of mechanical time. They know that time moves in fits and starts. They know time struggles forward with a weight on its back when they are rushing an injured child to the hospital or bearing the gazes of a neighbor wronged. And they know that time darts across the field of vision when they are eating well with friends or receiving praise or lying in the arms of a secret lover..."

"A world without memory is a world of the present. The past only exist in books, in documents. In order to know himself each person carries his own Book of Life which is filled with the history of his life....With time, each person's book of Life thickens until it cannot be read in its entirety. Then comes a choice...Some have stopped reading altogether. They have abandoned the past. They have decided that it matters not if yesterday they were rich or poor, educated or ignorant, proud or humble, in love or empty-hearted- no more than it matters how a soft wind gets into their hair. Such people look you directly in the eye and grip your hand firmly. Such people walk with the limber stride of their youth. Such people have learned how to live in a world without memory."
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