Time is important to me. I have surrounded myself with clocks, watches and digital time displays to satisfy my constant need for that all-important time check. But is time real or is it an illusion? Scientists claim they can now measure time with a device so accurate that it would lose no more than a second over a period of a million years and yet I have read articles claiming that time is an illusion, nothing more than 'a complex network of events onto which we project sequences of past, present and future', a theory expounded by Carlo Rovelli. If I think about his theory too much it freaks me out.
The physicist, Professor Brian Cox, (who also freaks me out when he talks about the infinite, eternal universe) has devoted a number of episodes of his radio programme 'The Infinite Monkey Cage' to a discussion about time. It was while listening to one of these episodes that I got the inspiration for this poem: