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...” is a stupid saying at face value. It doesn't mean anything because time cannot be purchased.
Time is free. However, fear, insecurities, and other family issues in crisis could significantly change the world There could be seeming criminal actors or freelance actors preventing people from saying and doing the right thing even when both parties have gotten council of their own, discussed the issue ad infinitum, and idealize their pryor inappropriateness in are corrected by learning from each other. Time traveling agents just bumping into each other.
“Wild births”, as the overlords refer to anyone being birthed anywhere outside their compound would therefore be guilty at birth of a criminal charge... AT BIRTH!!!! They, having been innocent of the violence mankind, are guilty and must endure.
But the time is still gone. And, not only can it NOT be replaced, the wealthy eventually learn the hard truths the hard way and find their favored brand of personal spirituality and beg forgiveness. One can only try to learn from it and do better – BE better!
“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 been done. But we are passed that benchmark. There's no coming back from here.
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 in consideration of all the paradoxes that this would absolutely bring out would be insurmountable and provide hours of fun and relaxation for freaks like me that often ponder the existential ramifications.
It's fun to think about. And I often do. My time here 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 table talks, town halls, and face to face with Gold Star Families and victims of assault rifle attacks in our children's schools.
But, we'll all die. That is as immutable as time itself. No point and getting your panties all up in a wad. But one day we're going to pass as well. And it probably won't be pretty. It's that simple.
But what /about/ time?
I won't deny that I find time travel intriguing as well as improbable. Personally, I feel there's time maintenance crews. Some are collecting all of the props from a certain unscheduled jump.
Other crews of great big black Pacman like creatures that eat everything left – to reuse in another future.
In this scenario there is only a few moments of the here and now before time moves through it and the housekeepers continually reset the stage to now.
The point, though, is that any future nor any past is consumed by what I believe uses dark matter. The time usher fills fills the “orders” it will be too late.
This is the bedtime meandering thoughts where I often have misgivings and I'm not seeing anything to ameliorate these doubts and concerns.
By: No one special.