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It’s fashionable to find other dimensions beyond length/width/depth.
Some say that the 4th dimension is time.
If time is a constant, it’s not consistent if you measure, it’s as much for humans by appreciation as by stop watch. I experience some moments: – 45 years ago, the last 2/10ths of a second where I was above ground, horizontal, reaching with one arm, and just grabbed a Limestone, Pa. RB’s ankle as it came back to me, 5 yards before he scored – as if they took many minutes and are happening now.
Each day has hours of decisions, actions and experiences that are seeming fleeting and gone.
Beyond the Bodily reality – the dimensions we operate in – time is the medium everything exists in, now – things do not reply, they do not rewind and skip. There is a clock running. Always.
But I travel today, far away. I listen, and drive back. This travel falls on a progression: 4.5 days horizontal, walking a fair amount, a train to NYC, a drive to Westchester, now New Jersey – all travel in a week: a time.
The escalation is intentional. The progress is real. But I have not changed except in velocity. That speed was halted, and is being reset. Near regular, I now change in travel, in the fourth dimension of time travel.
My finger will be the same length, my house is the same volume, I drive my machine car – but movement, travel, happens.
A friend, whose travel was closing in, his movement more and more constrained, wrote me in his last days: “I see this bird, I see it, and I know it is there, put there, for me to see.” From infancy, to the scores of years moving, back to the static observation, we travel.
Travel is not just distance – it is capacity.