“The thing about time is that time isn’t really real. It’s just your point of view.” —Secret o’ Life, by James Taylor

Growing up listening to this song in the late ’70s was an anvil grinding the consciousness of the teenage mind.

I knew already in 1977 about the moving hands of time. Calendar time. Geological time. Yet only my personal experience of aging affirmed any reality of time. In actuality, this song about life resonated far more on the science emanating from that one verse than any other lyrics—our sense of time and the spacial sense of time is not actually a reality.

It was just a perspective or indeed, my point of view.

My scarcely understood sense of time grasped in