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The Clock, For All Its Precision In Measurement, Is A Blunt Instrument For The Psyche And For Society. Schedules Can Replace Sensitivity To The Mood Of A Moment, Clock Time Can Ride Roughshod Over The Emotions Of Individuals.

Society Understands The Architecture Of Academia And Knows There Are Relevant Qualifications In Different Fields, And The Media Accepts The Idea Of Specialisations And Accords Greater Respect To Those With Greater Expertise. With One Exception: Climate Science.

All Humans Are Essentially Wild Creatures And Hate Confinement. We Need What Is Wild, And We Thrill To It, Our Wildness Bubbling Over With An Anarchic Joie De Vivre. We Glint When The Wild Light Shines. The More Suffocatingly Enclosed We Are - Tamed By Television, Controlled By Mortgages And Bureaucracy - The Louder Our Wild Genes Scream In Aggression, Anger And Depression.

I Don't Write Quickly, And I Don't Want To.

Clearly, Many Branches Of Science Need An Exquisite Precision Of Timekeeping And The Infinitesimal Decimals Of Calibration, So Space Launches, For Example, Are Not Scheduled For Leap-second Dates. But Society As A Whole Neither Needs That Obsessive Time Measurement Nor Is Well Served By It.