If there were a lot of geologists on these forums this thread would probably have to move to the proctology forum.
From my non geologist perspective though the theory is really very easy to prove or disprove. Toss out all the conjecture and take measurements. No matter how infinitesimal the growth over a short time it should be measurable. Take a circumference measurement now, and ten years from now take another one.
See? Easy.
I’m no geologist, but I have a friend who is…soooooo…if we start pumping Slimfast into the gaps left by oil drilling, the continents would eventually move back together…right?
You know, this reminds me of another conclusion of mine: there is less time than there used to be. I mean, we have all the minutes and hours and days and stuff we ever did, but there’s less time IN it. Where is it going? One book, The New Policeman, had our time leaking away into Tír na n-Óg with disastrous results for both worlds. Fantasy, you say. Really? Well, maybe, but it’s going somewhere. You betcha.
It might make the Earth seem embiggened, you know. With less time, it takes more of it to get from Point A to Point B.
My theory is that the perception of time is inversely proportional to age. In other words, to a 40-year-old, one year seems 1/40th as long as it does to a 1-year-old. It’s part of that whole relativity thing. As we get older we slow down, so time speeds up.
O O. You got me started on time. As a child, I thought there was this big conspiracy going on with time and everyone but me was a member of the big secret organization and one day, a man in a suit and hat would come up to me in public, lean over, explain the secret and invite me to be a member too.
My problem with time was that I did not understnad why it took forever for Christmas to finally arrive but a day spent having fun was over before I knew it. And then there were those times that my Mom would say, I’ll just be 5 minutes. But it felt way longer and I didn’t know how to tell time. And the hands on a clock seemed to all be running at the same speed they always did. And no one else seemed to notice how time was stretching and contracting or they would laugh about it, like they were in on the big secret. And Larry, one of my brothers, who was two years older than me, usually explained these kind of things to me but even he didn’t know what I was wanting to ask. And I knew he was smart enough to be a member of the secret organization, so I’d just have to wait to get invited to join the secret organization.
You know, I’ve noticed that whenever I bring this up, people consistently get all serious. That’s really weird. It’s as if they’re either concerned for my mental state (and I’m like, why now, all of a sudden?), or they’re afraid, deep down, that I might be onto something after all and need to reassure themselves.
It’s a joke, folks. Work with me, already. A JOKE.
Nah. You just triggered a “that’s a seriously interesting topic” response, is all. Time is a fascinating subject. We could waste a lot of… time… talking about it.