I woke up this morning feeling like it was Sunday, only to realise that it was just Tuesday. At least it wasn’t Monday, one might say—or was it? But here’s the rub—the seven-day week is complete nonsense. It turns out the Babylonians are to blame, specifically King Sargon I of Akkad. The story in Genesis of God resting on the seventh day reinforced this even more, although, for example, the Egyptians had a ten-day week and the Romans originally settled for eight days (nundinal). But when you think about it, the only truly universal measurements of time are the time of day, that is, day and night, and the years because the seasons repeat. Even the seasons themselves are more of a regional fair. While areas in the mid-latitudes experience spring, summer, autumn, and winter, other regions have different seasonal patterns, like a wet (monsoon) season and a dry season near the equator. So I decided to completely abandon the idea of a week and the names of days associated with it and use only two—Myday and Theirday. Unfortunately, the latter prevails.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
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