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The Kyoto Protocol was adopted 11 December 1997; in it was framework that redefined how we viewed fossil fuels. The protocol was the brainchild of collaboration; specialists, environmentalists and scientists, with the objective of providing a realistic and applicable means of reducing carbon gas emissions, hopefully abating global warming and climate change. Sadly we have forgotten this brilliant and historic moment, the idea of sustainability becoming a stylistic choice and a faddist curiosity.

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Time isn’t like the other senses, Eagleman says. Sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing are relatively easy to isolate in the brain. They have discrete functions that rarely overlap: it’s hard to describe the taste of a sound, the color of a smell, or the scent of a feeling. (Unless, of course, you have synesthesia—another of Eagleman’s obsessions.) But a sense of time is threaded through everything we perceive. It’s there in the length of a song, the persistence of a scent, the flash of a light bulb. “There’s always an impulse toward phrenology in neuroscience—toward saying, ‘Here is the spot where it’s happening,’ ” Eagleman told me. “But the interesting thing about time is that there is no spot. It’s a distributed property. It’s metasensory; it rides on top of all the others.”
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Burkhard Bilger - The Possibilian What a brush with death taught David Eagleman about the mysteries of time and the brain. (An interview with David Eagleman, a neuroscientist at Baylor College of Medicine, where he directs the Laboratory for Perception and Action and the Initiative on Neuroscience and Law) in Profiles: The New Yorker - 25 April 2011

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There is sublime solace in multi-dimensionality. I cannot begin to fathom how I have digressed from a fully-functioning social being of a few years back, into the anxious recluse that I am now. For a protracted period, I have used my soliloquy as a ploy to thwart those who would, out of self-preservation and exclusivity, deem me unfit for their palate. This, of course, was dictated by prevalent insecurities, borne from anxieties seeded by pain. However superfluous this methodology I utilize, it had its advantages. It kept those, whose superficial intentions are legible to the asinine, at bay; remaining perplexed in the confounding conundrum of my own design.

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