The 6:45 Paradox

When I think about it further, I realize that 6:45 is quite a unique time in one's day. It's probably the most similar in appearance to its counterpart taking place in 12 hours.

You see, right now, with the recent time change and all and given the season of the year, if you take a look around you at 6:45, it looks, feels, and sounds just like the other 6:45 of any given day, whether it's AM or PM.

For instance, I just woke up from a sound sleep a few minutes ago...at 6:45. I looked at the clock but it was too far away to tell if it indicated 6:45 AM or 6:45 PM...and just looking around, I really couldn't tell.

This wouldn't happen in too many other time periods after all. If it were just 15 minutes earlier or later, the look around would have given better hints as to whether it was morning or evening...6:30 AM would still be dark but 6:30 PM would still be light enough...7:00 AM would be too light to confuse it with the darker 7:00 PM. But right now, during mid-November in our latitude, 6:45's sunshine, or lack thereof, seems to be almost exactly the same be it night or day. It was fairly dark, but with a hint of sunshine. The question was, waining sunshine or the onset?

I couldn't tell by the way I felt since I thought I felt I'd slept for a full night and felt very refreshed. But that can happen with a good nap as well, no?

Being on a quiet lake on a dead end road didn't help. Dead silence is the same in the morning as it is in the evening.

The temperature during our current cold snap is 60 degrees, be it crack o' dawn or twilight.

It was a surreal feeling, not only unsure of the time but not even knowing if the day were beginning or ending, and not really sure what day it was at all, for that matter.

So I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and thought to make it a Schrodinger's Cat experiment in quantum mechanics.

I asked myself: "So what do you WANT it to be?"

I thought for a bit and decided that I'd like it to be PM since it seems I would have at least 12 more hours than the alternate choice to add to the accumulation of time I'll have alive on the Earth.

So, by the mysterious powers of cognitive restructuring and quantum phenomena I can claim emphatically to have discovered the secrets of time travel and quasi-immortality.

If it WAS actually tomorrow at 6:45 AM, I guess I moved everyone in the Universe back half a day in time. Sorry if you just completed that great symphony, having the best sex ever or you finally beat Jenga, I guess I robbed that from you. Oopsie.

Yeah...well I think I deserve a freakin' Nobel Prize.