What would you say to me if I told you that you do not have to be at work by 8 am, but rather that you have to be at work tomorrow?

What if I told you that your alarm clock is going to be reconfigured to only display days, and not distingguished times?

Would you sleep better?

Or what if your clock card was to have days, not digits, on its face? Would your concept of instant be altered?

If your meetings schedules were week distinctive, how would you feel?

Would you abandon the man-made minute, if you could?
You most definately would, and with little reluctance and regret.

The remaining seasons and their finite hours would still supply the exact identical amount of time, but any approach to it would change.
Minute to minute hysteria would disappear.

Imagine the calendar with fewer pages, the digital watch that couldnt work, having no digits.
The extraordinary clock views that offered a time/reference point, and the time saved by not having to view them.

Placing a freshly kneaded loaf into the oven, and taking it out, whenever, or in summer due to the uncomfortable, elevated kitchen temperature.

Or, the absence of queues and gridlock, where there would be no hurry to go nowhere. The time would be the same but the speed and urgency would attenuate to nothing.

The microwave bell, synchronized to the moon phase, even.
Wouldnt that be a pleasant ideology, whatever about a compromised baked Alaska?

The pre-Christmas sales rush, replaced by a more even-tempered and annual-wide, nut gathering experience.

The 7/11 re-worded to Open during the day, all season.

Primitive and modern egg-timers would need re-engineering, with more glass and more sand. Hydraulic assistance might be needed to set it, though!
The time we made has left us short and the only constant is its absence.

A second compounds the issue and makes a minute, sixty times more offensive. Give me a second when you have a minute, and similar language is a common or timely response. Sports are sometimes measured in microseconds, which exaggerate everything by approximately sixty thousand, and the human eye still has a finite response measure . A second, perhaps, has nothing to do with a second chance, and is unsympathetic and unrecoverable. Presumably, it is too fast to recover, by something so slow.

If a minute was badly made, then a second and its divisions were made with over-zealous and ambitious incompetence.

If I could live for just one more second, how many I had, would have little significance.
If I could live for just one more minute, then it would be less significant by a variable of sixty; such is the perceived importance of a second.
If I could possibly live for just one more microsecond, then