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novapsycheHypothesis: gravity is the origin of the concept we call time. Without gravity, time cannot exist. Where there is excessive gravity, time flies by at a finite rate determined by the force of gravity. Without time, things have no weight as well as no movement. There is no such thing as 'aging,' for aging requires the passage/progress of time.
This is the barest beginnings of my hypothesis. Mass is inextricably inter-related with gravity.
Energy is mass multiplied by time (in an empty space, or a "frame") squared upon itself. E=mc^2.
If a person lived alone, in empty space, to him his lifetime would equal eternity. Only his own mass would mean anything; only his own 'biological clock' would record any passage of time. However, once two people--two divergent perspectives--reside in the same geographical location, time as a concept necessarily must be both shared and agreed upon. Time ceases to be infinite (which might be E=mc, or just E=m [since c is a constant, anyway, and in the case of a singular person would be 1]) and necessarily becomes finite, measurable. This forces time to become a constant *dimension*, a plane in which we must navigate in order to function in shared reality.
Still, to ourselves, our own lives are eternal, or good enough approximations, anyway. It's a matter of perspective.
This is the barest beginnings of my hypothesis. Mass is inextricably inter-related with gravity.
Energy is mass multiplied by time (in an empty space, or a "frame") squared upon itself. E=mc^2.
If a person lived alone, in empty space, to him his lifetime would equal eternity. Only his own mass would mean anything; only his own 'biological clock' would record any passage of time. However, once two people--two divergent perspectives--reside in the same geographical location, time as a concept necessarily must be both shared and agreed upon. Time ceases to be infinite (which might be E=mc, or just E=m [since c is a constant, anyway, and in the case of a singular person would be 1]) and necessarily becomes finite, measurable. This forces time to become a constant *dimension*, a plane in which we must navigate in order to function in shared reality.
Still, to ourselves, our own lives are eternal, or good enough approximations, anyway. It's a matter of perspective.
