T-I-M-E

Time. What's time?
Think at it just as a dimension in an n-dimension space. There is not better if you want to talk about it with out flying in the clouds.
BUT what I -THINK- about time is not so important and interesting since there's ton of phisicians and poets out there chatting about it.
Maybe I want to talk about what I -FEEL- time is.
I don't feel time. I just feel it as a word. There are some illumination moments which let me feel it as something more consistent than just a concept.
But basically I don't regard time as a major problem, nor a major concept for any philosophical discussion.
It's because I'm getting more and more like what I should be, a living being, or call it an animal.
Because when we are humans we don't live, we are not binded to the present. We are just a nightmare of concepts, ontologies, and bijective or surjective interactions, look-up tables and a lawier archives.
What does mean meditation in eastern conceptions?
Just this: unbinding from concept and thought. Killing thought and forget for a while our actual status.
And as usual we use the term in an awkward way: meditation for us is focusing the rational thought on a single point. Absolutely the opposite as it should be.

Time, what is time?
I live.

This is my koan for today.
Is also what I definitely feel time to be.

Sincerely and freely yours.
Huginn, the pizza-mandolino guy.