What really transpires when we aren't focused?

By viewing time in such a human-centric way, we could be missing the long feedback loops that are abundant all around us.

Tides come and go, coastlines erode and are rebuilt again. In some conditions, rocks even move with the wind over slicked surfaces on desert plains.

Our lives are so frantic and spun-up like a kinetic flywheel we hardly ever pause to reflect and consider other spans outside our own.

What is it like to have the patience of 1,000 years? 5,000? 10,000?

As mortal beings we'll probably never know. Perhaps only the singing sands in the desert know the truth, or the rocky coastlines constantly being pummeled by the salty sea.

We only perceive what is given to us by our senses, and even that is a reconstruction in our minds delayed by neural propagation. We live constantly in the past, pretending its the present.

How odd and isolated we are.