This person left a comment on one of my posts and I went to check out her blog. Just one of those stumble-upons where you recognize a doppelganger. Doesn't happen often! But she had a post about time machines. Which led me to thinking . . . I've written fiction, largely of the science type, and have always been fascinated by the idea of time travel.
All the physics say it's not only possible, it's happening all around us. Life is really a two-way street -- it's just that we have to discover the other way. So tantalizingly close!
But in my musings, I've come to realise that looking to the past is a useless exercise. We possess a marvellous time machine already that can show us millions of years into the past; it's called a telescope. It's the future we need to be able to see.
And there is no telescope for that. But hey, we are in control every second, at least in a limited way, of our future. So we're all time travelers, aren't we?
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ReplyDeleteI thought about travelling through time, forward, consciously, on the way home tonight. And discovered that if I travel just right, I wouldn't have to stop for any red lights. And it turned out, I should go exactly the speed limit.
Cool.
Yeah, but they manipulate time that way. Or they think they do, but never manage. You always hit twelve red lights in a row, seems like.
ReplyDeleteBut the subject has always fascinated me. I always remember a story that said that somehow, sounds of early time were recorded on pottery, like the grooves of a record . . . wouldn't that be so cool? You'd hear the Phoenician fathers babbling about what they got smashed on last night, or something.
Me . . . memories of the future. That's all I'm interested in.