The Order of Time

Explains why time doesn't exist on a macro and micro scale and written so well I definitely am almost certain I could explain some of it to someone kind of.

The only section/metaphor I still can't fully understand is his comments on entropy only being in place due to the random shuffling of atoms at the beginning, I don't get how that isn't just a redefinition of time and clear proof of times arrow going one way.

Overall, a brilliant read that has convinced me time doesn't exist except in my own head - turns out LSD was telling the truth all along.

I spent way too long trying to understand that part and none of that paragraph would make sense unless you've read the book but I just wanted to share my confusion in case anyone else also felt dumb while reading that part

Like Moby-Dick, there are two books mingled together here: one talks about time, and how physicists today view it. The other, far less organized, is Rovelli’s digressions. He brings in everyone from Aristotle to Heidegger to Buddha, to get their views on time. Unfortunately, these asides are often irrelevant, and smack of an attempt to see in past thinkers’ writings a préfiguration of what modern science has discovered.
But he fails to explain how Heidegger or Aristotle came to their views on time — that is, whether they employed sound reasoning and observation, or just happened to get lucky on one or two topics.

This beautiful little book is as much philosophy as it is physics. Drawing on sources as diverse as Hindu, Buddhist, and Judeo-Christian traditions, ancient philosophers, Newton, Einstein, thermodynamics and quantum physics, Rovelli explores humanity’s intimate relationship with time, and the scientific pursuit to pin it down. Rovelli illuminates his synthesis with lyrical, imagery-laden prose, and provides ample references and notes in the inevitable event the reader is provoked to learn more.

One of the ideas that struck me was his suggestion that the Universe consists of events, not things, essentially that nothing is permanent. I woke up this morning singing the following Talking Heads lyrics:

Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens

Maybe heaven is a black hole?