I have been shaped, like we all have, to believe that time actually exists in measurable units of seconds, hours and minutes, but I am always reminded of the unreality of this concept when we "change the time" and save daylight.

If we can change time, "lose" it and then "gain" it back again, it cannot be a naturally occurring phenomenon but one that we have created. I understand its application in modern society but when I get the opportunity to ponder the unreality of it I get excited and for a moment -- a minute? an hour? -- I feel free. Invariably, though, there is some timepiece around to force me back into a "reality" where we are all slaves to a second hand.

I like the idea of living in a place where time doesn't exist. I wish I could have lived like indigenous people live(d), experiencing time the way nature intended -- without clocks. Then I wouldn't be so angry about having an hour stolen from me this week!

Somehow I don't think my professors would appreciate such an experiment so I'd better get to class. And I'll just have to wait until Fall to get my hour back.