I have a question for you.
Would you say that the 26th of December (Boxing Day) or the 26th of June is closer to Christmas?
This was a silly discussion had among some members of my troupe today.
On one hand, the 26th of June is closer to next Christmas, and, given our tendency to move forwards through time, closer in terms of what is set to arrive soonest.
On the other… the 26th of December is arguably only one day removed from Christmas, albeit in a temporal direction that is steadily and eternally moving away from the day in question.
Perspective is a funny thing. One person in our troupe was adamant that, as we are unable to move backwards through time, that the 26th of December is the furthest you can possibly get from Christmas. Whilst the rest of us maintained that the direction of our movement through time does not necessarily equal proximity.
If I move from point A and toward point B, and yet I am only a foot away from point A and several miles from point B – regardless of the fact that I will inevitably reach point B – am I not currently still closer to point A?
This is the kind of fun, nonsensical discussion you get to have on a panto tour.
Dazed and Bemused
Our show this morning was delayed because we had some issues with communicating with the venue. But, the show did go on, and a good thing too – it was a pretty fun one. Annoyingly we also got stuck in traffic on the way back, so it was a longer day than intended.
Most of my afternoon was spent with the Little One. I managed to squeeze in some house work and a shower to boot before heading over to the in-laws for dinner.
By this point though I think I’d checked out for the day.
You could say that I was closer to sleep than I was to consciousness at this point.