Often it's fast but sometimes it slows.
Just when you're bored and wish it would go,
Time takes it's own sweet, don't you know.
Yet when you're out with all your friends
Wishing time would never end, it's over
You wonder how? Why couldn't time stay just now?
Perhaps one day we'll learn to suspend it....
Oops! I'm out of time for the poem,
Better end it!
I wrote my thesis on aspects of time. It is a subject which has fascinated many people other than myself. I find myself in good company with Michio Kaku, Albert Einstein, Bertrand Russell, to name a few. (Not that I consider myself to be a philosopher or physicist of renown.) Time is not a constant, although we think it is. It has an inverse relationship to speed. Race car drivers traveling at very high speeds always relate that time slows down. That means that the faster you are going, the slower the experience of time is. The opposite must hold true then...the slower you go, the faster time goes... to a point. If we sit and do nothing time goes enormously slowly for us. If you don't agree, try sitting in a traffic jam, when you are going to be late for an appointment. Time goes much faster than you want it to.
In the bigger picture, we know that the earth is slowing down in its rotational speed. The question is, did previous generations enjoy a greater sense of slowness of time than we currently do? It seems everyone is rushing to get things done and there never seems to be enough time. Does this make sense? Is it linked to the rotational speed of the planet? Curiouser and curiouser as Alice said in Wonderland.