“Ay man, give me a break, It’s five o’clock (4:20) somewhere.”
The above is an asshole cliché I have used more than once, and not above using again.
As a fan of science, and science fiction, I often find myself in reveries of time travel. They come to me from personal urge as well as entertainment, and always seem to follow the same path.
Backward, never forward.
Like most, I have the want to go back and fix things. I wont beat you to death with what I would do if I could, but I will say you would do the same. Almost everyone would.
Unfortunately, when broken down to brass tacks, time travel will remain nothing more then an impossible theory. A dream shared by many, and nothing more.
“Time feels like a midnight ride, finality waits outside. Weeping in perplexities arms, caressing our smiles inside.”
Time is an illusion. With the proper application of thought, you can see strait through it.
It is nothing more than a man made product. One constructed to mask as a comfort, and instill fear at the same time.
It stimulates us in many ways, -- some meant to be pleasant, but -- most of which induce anxiety.
Too much -- not enough -- out of -- late -- early -- when it will -- when it did -- past -- present -- future, all to help us cope with the fact that there was no beginning and there will be no end.
Some will argue that it is a tool of measurement made to give us all a better idea on how to maximize our uses, and follow the paths behind us. Something the productivity of man kind could never live without.
Fuck You.
I know that.
If I couldn’t see that, then I would have no business writing this.
It does not change the fact that time is both a tool of immeasurable genius, and importance, as well as a creation to quell and control the tentative minds of the masses.
(Duh!)
“Clock men, for they will fail.”
As I write this, the belief in deadlines creeps up behind me and stabs at the back of my mind. That’s something I could not go without mentioning. To continue this without admitting my hypocrisies would be a dick head move.
Although I have not worn a watch for more then three years, (wink wink) that does not mean I lead a life without time in mind. I live in a home where the walls border off four areas, and harbor 8 clocks. I just stopped wearing a watch because I hate the tan line they give you.
I may not like every aspect of the idea that time is a measurable entity, but I do have a respect for it. (I grew up with crosses and nails, and the belief that eventually everyone will spend eternity in either heaven or hell. Eternity is forever, and both of those words equal timeless. Even if I don’t believe in the original education, that does not make the concepts false… Duh!)
One of my favorite theories of time travel comes from Stephen King. You are experiencing right now.
I’m writing this right now, and you are reading this right now, but our now’s are separated by a large gap, making the two of us travelers through time.
He calls it magic.
And I believe him.
I wish I had a conclusion for you, (something that would ease the pain of the time clock at work) but I don’t.
I came here to entertain myself, and have. But now I’ve run out of time. (Tee Hee.)
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