Time is a sociological, cultural, and anthropological litmus test

Time is a sociological, cultural, and anthropological litmus test

Time is a sociological, cultural, and anthrpological litmus test effectively used to evaluate the cultural building blocks of a society. 

But time, seems to have the rather inconvenient characteristic of not wanting to stop, so for all of you so seriously litmusing and testing societal blocks to find out what time it is, best not to pause or lest you be left behind as time so indignantly waits for no "man". 

Which leads me to believe that if you truly want to understand time, your efforts may be most productively applied to subjects for whom time does wait.  And we can pretend that these anti-pendulous scoffers of sensorial narrative units don't exist, but now who’s being naive? 

So let’s all close our eyes and each draw up a mental list of those things of which we know, that are neither concerned with time, nor impacted by it.  And no, I am not accepting answers which include concepts like "Timeless Beauty", which is probably the most poorly named manifestation of universal progression....Hell, even the concept's name is derived from that construct from which it is claimed to be infinitely extracted from.  "Timelessness" is a word. 

And I really ought to simply leave it at that because any qualifier associated with it, even the seemingly nonsensical (e.g. Timeless Treasure perhaps?  is just so plainly a reference to a far from chronologically ambivalent substance held in high regard by a temporary collective that clearly has the poor-boys half of the equation smudged out on the back of his coal shovel, while it apparently requires a large stone structure with windows, a quorum of some order often identified by the “timelessness” of their gray beards, to shuffle and mumble and hrrrfmmph around the room, *periodically" casting metered gazes at the black hole( helpfully drawn on cardboard with a sharpie and hung from the chalkboard), which is never there to explain itself when this quorum meets( because it wasn't timeless, or just wasn't on time?).  But as they say, Absence makes the clock tick faster, at least in a black hole, where if you really think about it, it's far too dark to see clocks from within black holes, so who are we to say whether the sum of all time is singular condensed down to an atomic unit, not really much larger in size or weight than the inherent value of a Bit coin on Chinese New Year.  (So does that make Mr. Bit Coin stoic, or ignorant?) but more importantly, just the 30 seconds spent on a nonsensical vision of a personified Mr. Bit Coin is enough to 1) re-enforce the fact that we covet our 30 second fantastical escapades with C Bitty 2) run rough shod in our size 13EEE Geesus Ignorante moon boots over the tops of the truly time deifying list of entities existing within our realm.  

And no, I am not going to give you the list, and no it's not on Wiki (although it was briefly until the Wikilluminatitics snubbed their noses as the OMG so frustrating syntactical errors in the timelessness entry in the oh so time-bound sneeze of inbred cronyism( Chronologicism) that seeks to pleasure themselves in tapping out a death measure, absurd as a Hospice Drum Corp, but no less imprecise.  And as they stroke each other in congratulatory gesture for the swiftness of snuffing out the fresh faced junior wiki editors spirit, the rabble without a cause bumbles past the densely packed voids of unseen, unimaginable, and yet often described continuums in which, well, umm, things, just sort of continue, um and um, and don't actually seem to stop. 

 But this , this right here is a clearly demarked spot, where at any given moment, frictionless intellectualism gives way to Build a Bear, and Panda Express, and takes up a corner spot in Anywhere Mall USA, where everything fits in a box or a cup, and is handed over one way or another within the allotted 23 second Commandment from the Book of Dr O'range J. Ulius who once said: give me time and I will use it, give me more and I will use that too, and in my greatest hour of need, when the light is fading, and the last rotisserie dog is once again reclaimed from  the ethereal place between tile and infinitum, and i say, and I say, Give unto me, yeah, unto the J to the Jizzo and the Or to the rizzo, a space, nay, a continuum, that shall ever again feel the choking suffocation of spaces that are chained like dogs to their time keeper masters, and where continuums are welcomed with open arms, and each, receives without bias, that extra breath of eternal life, that subtle nudge towards everness, that crook of magic that transforms the Continuums of oh so many mortal fleetings, into the continuums that understand inherently that the only true destination of timelessness has now become their never-ending journey into the blackness, the black hole of blackness, the blacky blackinuum, where even the brightest of Indiglo phosphors cannot convey shock, awe, or time!  and this must be the beginning of the beginning, but, even if it’s not, who's to say when you just can't see at all. 

And i hope, without all of the sincerity of a hairless, blind tunnel mouse( ! are you seriously questioning the sincerity of a blind, hairless. mobile verminadere?) that I, have succeeded in absconding off with your time, which, is easily given, but nearly impossible to return, especially when clearly it's been at least partially multi-tasksumed. 

So the 15 minute question begs to be asked: Given all that we have just been through, who is more timeless?  Those with the ability to usurp time? Or those who are truly less of all time? 

And I'm pretty sure that this is the bonus question on the Jedi Knight Final Exam....just FYI