In a recent blog entry, I argued in the comments how time can be bent by the mind into slow motion in order to protect the body:
In the past, we have discussed here the phenomenon of time bending during accidents and emergencies as real time re-shapes to a crawl — I argue that slowing down of time is another brain protector that gives the body a chance to try to respond to, and then avoid, death or permanent damage. One inch here, a bend there, a twitch right there — can mean the difference between living and the forever darkness.
When we observe Art, time stands still and we can move through the forest for the trees at will and in our own time. We can bend time. We can stretch it. We can make it our own.
It is through the appreciation of Art in the eyes that convinces the mind to become more than just a repository of stored experiences.