Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

(alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck)

 

Ever since the advent of civilization

contrivances crafted to measure
days, weeks, months...
analytical “gifted” anonymous minds
wrought ever more sophisticated inventions
to divide existence into manageable units.

 

Now twenty first century Homo sapiens
technological atomic clock work mechanisms

markedly catapulted by quantum leaps

immense degrees of precision

extremely accurate types of devices
linkedin with state of the art electronics.

 

At this fleeting instant

(approximately 9:30 PM
August 23rd, 2020
ever so briefly wedged between

what elapsed and future events to arise)

impossible mission to isolate

that illusory present

 

not only cuz the herein now

flits away at light speed

(or greater - you're right quite dubious),
but also everywhere within
cosmic space/time continuum

infinite microscopic and

macroscopic events occur.

 

As an amateur thinker
I feel baffled when pondering

that crude convenient schema

whereby greater minds than mine

devised devices to measure passage of time.

 

Yours truly can barely articulate

his farfetched dumbfoundedness,

me merely a simple brute

(shortish but not so nasty),

whose permanently creased
furrowed brow courtesy

his scrutinizing noggin

encasing fifty plus shades of gray matter,

 

whereby one percent bonafide Neanderthal

deoxyribonucleic acid explains

atavistic predilection issuing primal grunting,

when foraging for small (lame) game,

cuz feeble minded twenty first century
run of the mill garden variety Homo sapiens

amuses himself (mentally)
toying with Einsteinian paradigm.

 

Though barely able to fathom

mind bending and boggling concepts

theoretically linkedin if an object

subjected to travel speed of light

(particularly an objet d'art - ha

 

think The Persistence of Memory

series of clock paintings by Salvador Dali)

mass becomes infinite

as does energy required to move entity.

 

Obviously the ability to wrap one's head

(or hands for that matter) around,

humongous (super sized) material essence

filling subsequent seconds, minutes, hours...

defies feasibility to grasp,

neither could ways nor means

allow, enable and provide

any semblance to hold (tangibly) as solid

something so abstract

as a singular moment, yes?

 

The above (ambiguously stated) thought exercise

equally as challenging to locate

beginning and/or ending point

upon Möbius strip.