Humans experience time linearly. As if there were any other way to experience time. As if it were obvious that there were no other way to experience time.

As if time were obviously a thing that can be experienced! The thing we experience rather than timeless moments. The sentient, timeless-causal-multiverse-graph-traversing automata Stephen Wolfram birthed in his Mathematica gnashes its elegant simple-rule-generated fractal-shaped teeth at the thought.

Most healthy things with beginnings, middles, and ends are fatter in the middle than at the ends. Beginnings are degenerate, singular. Consider the singular point where the circle rests on the ground. The singular sequence of all zeros compared to the explosion of sequences of equal numbers of zeros and ones.

Lives want to be like this, too. As you live your life, it generates new surfaces, new contexts. Each of these new contexts wants to be a generator of new contexts. That is, life wants to be an exponential generator of life surfaces, until these contexts start to die off (exponentially), with the collapse of your vigor. All but for one thing: Time. Linear time.

You see the problem, right? It’s quite obvious that as your life goes on, you should be experiencing time at an exponentially increasing rate, which is to say that you should be able to experience an ever expanding amount of time per unit time… which is to say…

Anyway, if you properly apportioned your linear time to all this exponential surface, your life would do a strange thing: As your life went on, you’d need to spend more and more of your time on all these surfaces. And, so, in accordance with the nature of exponential things, typical sets, very rotund shapes, you would ultimately allocate “almost all” of your time to that last year of your life.

I’ll say it, though I hate to: There’s an adaptation which allows people to keep up with exponential surface in linear time for longer than otherwise, which is simply running time faster a la collecting a bunch of surface which is unlike the very early surfaces in that it isn’t really new. That is, it is too much like all of the other surfaces. By hoarding such more-of-the-same surface, you can scarf down quite a lot of the stuff.

All that^^ is the so-called art that I had to say in order to get your attention.

Now, the thing I really wanted to say:

IT’S ALL TRUE! This really is the last year of your life. You’ve already been in it for a few years, You’ve got maybe forty, fifty, sixty plus years left of your final year, but it’s already here, upon you, the fat part, so Make it count. Don’t get caught thinking “I’ve got 40 years to do that thing.” No! That thing’s time is probably already gone. That context had its chance, its day in the sun. Only surface now, no time .