A Watched Pot: How We Experience Time Book

The author from start to finish seems to think that time is something that can only be investigated scientifically. This makes his book in the end largely pointless. He spends page after page on minute microscopic detail about scientific diagrams of cones without the thought ever appearing to cross his mind that maybe what he is doing is absurd. It is as if a painting were to be examined purely in terms of the pigments of which the paint was made up of, and the woof and weave of the canvas upon which it had been laid. In short, Lockwood's book is a representation of the failings of modern science as much as anything. Without Plato's teaching that "Time is a moving image of Eternity" how can we begin to approach the subject of time?