Obviously, s l o w e r.
Then there are those fast-paced big things: Hypervelocity stars that run through our galaxy and stars that whirl around black holes at thousands of miles per second. By comparison, we live rather sluggish lives in our trains to Yuma and in our planes to meetings.
Is it ironic that we think of ourselves as creatures caught up in the rat-race civilization of the quick? That we think our choice for survival in our civilization lies between acceleration and go-nowhere failure? We’re virtual cosmic snails regardless of our speed.
Of course, perceptions count, and we believe we move both fast and furiously. Plus, if everything and everyone in our individual field of view is moving at similar or close-to-similar speeds, then, well, all perceived speed is relative. Isn’t it?
Maybe those iron selenium atoms and hypervelocity stars can teach us something about how fast we really go as we take on numerous tasks and responsibilities in our attempts to multitask, tweet, or eat fast food. Chill out. After all, we move as slowly as glaciers. We’re not going anywhere at true breakneck speeds. That’s the stuff for little atoms and big stars. Perched as we are on a scale of size between the two and on a scale of velocity about the same, we might consider whether or not our true speed is an illusion society and our minds accept. Think Parmenides.
Human speed is the most ironic in the cosmos as we, the fast-paced quick, race toward the motionless dead. It isn’t the actual speed of our lives that seems to matter as much as the perceived speed. I know: Almost a Parmenidean denial of change. But even if you and I disregard that ancient philosopher’s seeming denial of change—of motion—there’s still something about his thinking we can use when we think our lives are in a runaway acceleration.
The next time you and I think we’re moving much too fast, we might think of those little atoms bouncing up and down five trillion times per second. My goodness! We probably can’t even imagine the beat of a hummingbird’s wings, the pistons moving in my 5.7-liter hemi, or the spinning rate of the very celestial body on which we stand. Except for light, all speeds are relative. The speed of your life and mine, as seen from that perspective and the perspective of vibrating atoms and hypervelocity stars, is really slow. Often, as Parmenides might argue, we pace ourselves in the illusion of speed that society in general and the people around us accept.
We’re not going to set any cosmic speed records, so we don’t have to race toward motionlessness. We can pace ourselves, and when we have to speed up a bit, we can recognize that all human speeds are relative, and indeed, relatively slow. Unlike the physical force exerted on an accelerating body, illusion's force is a matter of perception. From that perspective, the so-called rat race, the speed of modern civilized living, might seem like a motionless snapshot, a glacier, a widely accepted Parmenidean illusion.