I’ve been thinking about time as of late, and it appears to me that it is filled with incongruencies and errors. Which, considering that it was perfected to an art form during the “Age of Enlightenment,” is inexcusable. Perhaps because I am dreadfully methodical, or because I am a Virgo, or because I am a gummy old man, it bothers me. There are other examples, but I will concentrate on time.
There are 60 seconds to the minute and 60 minutes to the hour, but there are 24 hours to the day (not really, but I shall discuss that later). Why not 60 hours to the day? Sure they are not as long, but it would probably help clock makers out.
There are 360 degrees in a circle, which in my life time was the face of a clock. And that is simply 6 times 60, the number of seconds in a minute and the number of minutes in an hour.
Now we come to days. This really gets crazy. We have 12 months in the year, some with 30 days, some with 31, and lastly one with 28. Which is not necessarily true, because the universe, which has escaped the hands of man messing with it, needs to force a correction upon our wonderful time formula, and we add on additional day for “leap year” every four years. Great planning wise and wonderful scholars of the Middle Ages.
Afterwards we get into decades and centuries, bicentennials, eras, epochs, stone, iron, and bronze ages. But the middle age scholars didn’t need to worry about that. After all, their lifespan was only about 30 to 40 years, or about 678,000 Dennis hours.