Time in a bottle

It took a minute for this to sink in but here is the answer to the question provided by my local pocket librarian moments ago: "It’s estimated that roughly 1.5 to 2 billion people—primarily adults and older students in industrialized nations—explicitly understand that our timekeeping system is a functional application of base 60 (sexagesimal) math" It was sort of eating at my water filled brain pan that you would put something like the title of this piece onto a piece of any size that you would then attach your name to. "Time beginning", I kept thinking over and over, why would anyone think that time somehow beganand a minute or three later after a second thought it suddenly occurred to me what you were actually talking about and why the global crisis in "maths" proficiency is the global crisis in misinformed ignorance fueled stupidity that it particularly actually is. No one knows what they are thinking about and fewer know what they are talking about. This is all thanks to your favorite science fiction writer who capitalized on this abstract thought concept when he came up with his most famous science fiction fantasy that somehow the motion observed surrounding things tending to move in circular fashion is somehow different from the motion one might observe of things moving in a linear fashion when fashion is redefined as particular direction and the circular idea of time is re oriented to the cartesian coordinate system where two straight lines are sold to the book consuming public as the best way to think about circles either taken as whole holes or as parts of whole holes and represented as arcs and arks where two things at at time are moved along an imaginarily inclined straight line. Time, also known according to the almost intelligent answer to the basic question appears to be accessible only to the select few who have put in the time to memorize the answers to the admission tests and then tested out at the top of the heap where the shiny pennies become more visibly visible than the patina covered pile lying below them and as it turns out all around them in plain sight under a bright light. This also appears to be or not to be at the same time the question that caused uncle Al to have that famous hair~do as he constantly spent his time scratching is semi~circular head wondering how to make enough money for the next few pairs of socks he would eventually over time need to have the coin to obtain. A few years back along the arc of time, long after I had stopped counting the hours that I was spending listening to you address the basic questions of this that and the other thing I remember one fine day watching another set of well constructed videos where a couple of highly esteemed and well re~cited authors at the pHd level of mathematics explain ex plane with the proper degree of fascination and audience inspiring incredulity that some diggers in the dirt had uncovered clay tablets on which, in a triangular language, there were diagrams of a circle containing a square and notation using nothing more than triangles explaining the relationships that generally only a modern day pHd student is familiar with as the real relationships between the side length s of different sized triangles. Something the modern sophisticate is going to identify as perfect Pythagorean examples of perfect triangles. It took me some weeks of head scratching and spread sheet producing to come to the conclusion that I should have come to when I was five or perhaps six years of age and knew what those circular things generally found on walls were and how the cross bearing moving lines they contain were actually base 60 machines designed to teach the common man what base 60 was while not secondarily explaining in minute detail exactly what base 60 is, was and always will be. Thinking back on the horrific experience, it was the absolute fascination that these mathematics authors and professional professing professors expressed at the discovery that they claimed to have personally figured out and then wrote and published academic papers on which in the initial minutes and hours of investigation by me was only revealed after dazed days later actually creating my own spread sheet to do the arithmetic and a second later realizing that this was nothing more than time itself as time is commonly called by the common woman, man and child of either of the two sexes. Once that graduate school mastery had filtered its way through the grey matter and made it to my vesica piscis shaped lips I started to casually ask people that I encountered on the street if they knew anything about base 60 and as above noted, 1-.888 out of every ten times I asked the question, the questioned failed to realize that they knew base 60 as well as any baboon sitting in on the savannah waiting for the sun to rise to fully appreciate the fact that they were moving 1000 miles per hour in one direction and multiples of that number in two other directions at the same time. This of course has nothing to do with the square root of two or for that matter, the square root of three which we will, time permitting, leave for another conversation another day. The question is obviously embedded in the paragraph above but modern academia's modern academian will most likely sell you the story that it takes some AI analysis of this brain dump to come to that fanciful conclusion before asking you to buy them a cup of poisonous coffee so that they can get back to the books and figure out when AI is going to take their job away and give it to some two bit coder who writes AI code half the time and creates lego videos of cat fights the other some odd percent of any given day of any given week of any given month of any given year of this particular decade... As usual my friend, you have popped the cork out of this bottle and allowed the bubbles to send it across the room. as friends tend to say to friends and co workers in the land of the rising sun in the morning, domo domo domo... P.S. .888 aka the real relationship of the minimal note notable in all known music aka 8/9 was once upon a time in the east converted into a mnemonic so that the unschooled would be able to better remember what music was, is and always will be and the lingua franca of the day was Greek so the word the word smiths of the day came up with to educate the youth of the time was ΙΗΣΟΥΣ. Amen my friend and thanks for providing the fuel to get me through another 24 hours as the world is either being blown to bits or bloviated to twits while the clock wiles away.