The Fading Phoenix
Life is fleeting. It's one of the possibly few things that cannot be bought with money... nor any other barter imaginable. And, “I'll buy us some time...” doesn't mean anything since time cannot be purchased.
Time is free, however insecurities prevent people from saying and doing the right thing. “Do unto others...” But time has come and gone and, in spite of evidence to the contrary, our collective complacency demands that we suffer the fruits of our gluttony in unforgettable fashion.
And all of the time in the world couldn't buy the time to take corrective actions to undo what's done.
If there were such a thing as time travel, I doubt with every fiber of my being that any new time lines caused would self correct anomalies and return to its original trajectory point and the original time line, being the strongest branch would survive in the end.
This would make it very difficult to change the past for a different today.
I don't really believe in time travel... yet. But consideration of all the paradoxes that this would bring would be insurmountable.
But it's fun to think about. My time is approaching and often I don't feel like writing. But I can assure you this: If you are given an expiration date, don't spend that time regretting. Love, laugh, be happy as often as possible.
I bet that's some table talk politicos prefer not to addressed in their little battleground campaigning.
But, we'll all die. That is as immutable as time itself.