Deep time is the concept that the Geologic time scale is vast because the Earth is very old. The modern philosophical concept was developed in the 18th century by Scottish geologist James Hutton (1726–1797).
Modern science has since established, after a long and complex history of developments, the age of the Earth at around 4.54 billion years.
An understanding of geologic history and the concomitant history of life requires a comprehension of time which initially may be disconcerting. As mathematician John Playfair, one of Hutton's friends and colleagues in the Scottish Enlightenment, later remarked upon seeing the strata of the angular unconformity at Siccar Point with Hutton and James Hall in June 1788, "the mind seemed to grow giddy by looking so far into the abyss of time."
Particularly following the Protestant Reformation, the Genesis creation stories were interpreted as holding that the Earth has existed for only a few thousand years. Proponents of scientific theories which contradicted scriptural interpretations could not only lose their academic appointments but were legally answerable to charges of heresy and blasphemy, charges which, even as late as the 18th century in Great Britain, could result in a death sentence with torture.
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Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future. Time is a component quantity of many measurements used to sequence events, to compare the durations of events and the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience. The temporal position of events with respect to the transitory present is continually changing; events happen, then are located further and further in the past. Time has been a major subject of religion, philosophy, and science, but defining it in a manner applicable to all fields of study without circularity has consistently eluded scholars. A simple definition states that "time is what clocks measure".
Time is one of the seven fundamental physical quantities in the International System of Units. Time is used to define other quantities — such as velocity — so defining time in terms of such quantities would result in circularity of definition. An operational definition of time, wherein one says that observing a certain number of repetitions of one or another standard cyclical event (such as the passage of a free-swinging pendulum) constitutes one standard unit such as the second, is highly useful in the conduct of both advanced experiments and everyday affairs of life. The operational definition leaves aside the question whether there is something called time, apart from the counting activity just mentioned, that flows and that can be measured. Investigations of a single continuum called spacetime bring questions about space into questions about time, questions that have their roots in the works of early students of natural philosophy.
David Howell Evans (born 8 August 1961), more widely known by his stage name The Edge (or just Edge), is a musician best known as the guitarist, backing vocalist, and keyboardist of the Irish rock band U2. A member of the group since its inception, he has recorded 12 studio albums with the band and has released one solo record. As a guitarist, The Edge has crafted a minimalistic and textural style of playing. His use of a rhythmic delay effect yields a distinctive ambient, chiming sound that has become a signature of U2's music.
The Edge was born in England to a Welsh family, but was raised in Ireland after moving there as an infant. In 1976, at Mount Temple Comprehensive School, he formed U2 with his fellow students and his older brother Dik. Inspired by the ethos of punk rock and its basic arrangements, the group began to write its own material. They eventually became one of the most popular acts in popular music, with successful albums such as 1987's The Joshua Tree and 1991's Achtung Baby. Over the years, The Edge has experimented with various guitar effects and introduced influences from several genres of music into his own style, including American roots music, industrial music, and alternative rock. With U2, The Edge has also played keyboards, co-produced their 1993 record Zooropa, and occasionally contributed lyrics. The Edge met his second and current wife, Morleigh Steinberg, through her collaborations with the band.
Richard B. Alley (born 1957) is an American geologist and Evan Pugh Professor of Geosciences at the Pennsylvania State University. He has authored more than 170 refereed scientific publications about the relationships between Earth's cryosphere and global climate change, and is recognized by the Institute for Scientific Information as a "highly cited researcher."
In 1999, Alley was invited to testify about climate change by Vice President Al Gore, in 2003 by the U.S. Senate Committee on Commerce, Science, and Transportation, and before the U.S. House Committee on Science and Technology in 2007 and again in 2010.
Alley's 2007 testimony was due to his role as a lead author of "Chapter 4: Observations: Changes in Snow, Ice and Frozen Ground" for the Fourth Assessment Report of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. He has participated in the joint UN/WMO panel since 1992, having been a contributing author to both the second and third IPCC assessment reports.
Alley has written several papers in the journals Nature and Science, and chaired the National Research Council on Abrupt Climate Change. In 2000, he published the book The Two-Mile Time Machine: Ice Cores, Abrupt Climate Change, and Our Future. He has appeared in numerous climate change-related television documentaries and has given many public presentations and media interviews about the subject.
Dark Queen, oh my Queen
Which deviltry led you to grave
My Queen, oh my Queen
So much cursing disgraceAgainst my will they dare to kill
My goddess full of grace
They cut her head despite her prays
And tears running down her face
Three knights took part, may them be cursed,
In this forbidden chase
Now they must fear, for my wrath is near,
The end of there useless raceThey will have no morning, no one will cry for them
As they bestow their swords upon her they will now...
Regret of there deeds...
Pray on their knees...
Fall on their... Graves! The time as come as to use the crown and to take my promised throne
As my Queen lays cold in her bed so old and gently made of mar more stoneNow it's time, they must pay for their sinful deeds
I summoned them to there final fate and to bow to there new QueenUpon the throne her body lies, crowned my precious Queen
His finally by my side
And as your heartless gesture, your hearts will be taken by behind
As your betrayal to your Queen, my brideDark Queen, oh my Queen
Which deviltry led to disgrace
My Queen, oh my Queen
Fire ravish from shore to shore
Burning, feeding upon our sore
Grim land, burned land, ashes our fall
Taking from us the essence of allWe are the sons of desire
We're burning in a ring of fire
The sons of desire
Burning in a ring of fire "Feel the flames as they rise to the sky
Embrace the flames as they purify" Scourge of all men
Fire sweeping the land
Ashes become our fall
Scourge of us allThorns! Trowing us into our path of thorns!
Sending us into our path of thorns! We are the sons of desire
We're burning in a ring of fire
The sons of desire
They search the night in her deepest infinity
Reflecting their sorrows, blames and desires
They cursed the light as she unveils the unveils the ugly
Submitting their eyes to visions of miserySummoning the night, the caress of her touch
Comforting shell in which they would rest their souls "Night, in your mourning gown...
Night, how divine you are!" Spirits of the night
Slay our souls
Trough this endless night
Spirits of the night
Fill your cups
With unholy blood
Take mine and theirs
For us mortals are week
And full of fearsUnleash the hordes of hell! Now blood runs trough the stench of death
In the battlefield were horrors had take place
Were thousands of men lost their fears
Trough the eyes of humanity
A light of doom, a falling star
It's the right moment to give the last funeral ritesA craving for life
A last breath in his chest
Abandoned by his god
Celestial tears becoming prayers
Weaping an angel falls
Burning wings, shattered heart
A poisoned gift offered...
Oferred by his God! "As you die, I spit in thy flesh
Receiving thy blood as a trophy
Your life his complete and fullfilled
You have served me well, indeed!"
An angel corpse descends from above
Spreading his wings, a trail of blood
Leaving the sky in purple red