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       Time travel
       November 30th, 2017
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       This phlog entry is partially a response to cat [0] and partially
       a fairly complex and possibly unpopular opinion on time travel.
       
       I hate the idea of time travel and I pray very hard that it isn't
       possible. I don't mind games or movies about it, but there is
       nothing quite as horrifying to me in reality. When I say that
       I pray about it, I mean that quite literally. It has been the
       subject of my prayers on multiple occasions, and has dominated at
       least one silent retreat. 
       
       To understand my reasoning I need to explain a bit about how
       I perceive time and the moments that constitute it: 
       
         In sixth grade I was in a new school in a brand new English
         class. English was not a good subject for me, and I was pretty
         intimidated. My teacher, Mr. Tucker, put a picture up in the
         front of the classroom. It was a fish wearing headphones. He
         told the class, "There's a famous saying, 'A picture is worth
         a thousand words.' I want you to write a few hundred. For the
         next ten minutes write about what this fish is listening to and
         why." At that time in my life I really had no clue about music.
         I didn't follow any bands. I pretty much listened to whatever my
         older sister was playing. I thought really hard and came up with
         Poison by Bel Biv DeVoe. There's a section of that song that
         I knew some words to, so I started there. The other problem
         I was facing was that I was a horribly slow hand-writer.
       
         The minutes flew by and I hadn't even finished writing the
         lyrics to the song when the teacher said stop. I hadn't gotten
         to the fish! I had a random section of Poison written out by
         hand and that was it. The teacher decided to read a few out-loud
         to the class. He picked my paper up first and started to read.
         I was mortified as he recited, "Girl it's driving me out of my
         mind. That's why it's hard for me to find..." The words ended
         and it made no sense at all.
       
       That moment was horrifying to me, and I know the rest of the class
       forgot it within minutes. It still haunts my memories almost
       thirty years later.
       
       Here's the thing, though. That moment is fixed in time. Nothing
       can happen in the world that will ever change that having
       happened. No nuclear bomb can go off, no zealot can preach, no
       asteroid can strike which will change the fact that at that point
       in time I was being humiliated in front of a classroom of
       strangers.
       
       Now, think about the magical moments. There was a girl I dated in
       high school who I loved with the passionate love that can only be
       felt by overwhelming hormones and youthful rage. I remember our
       first time together. I remember the claw marks. That moment can
       never, ever be taken away.
       
       She's a horrifying shit-show of a person now. I'm honestly amazed
       she's still alive, and I wouldn't want to be within a mile of her
       these days. It's irrelevant, though because I love her with all my
       heart and all my soul... in that moment.
       
       I think of the people who have died and gone. My grandma, close
       friends, so so many lives. They're all still living in that moment
       in time and our lives touch. It is a fixed element that I can
       always go back to. I don't need to let today into those moments.
       My friend who took his own life is still with me at summer camp,
       sneaking into the pool to glue the "buddy tags" to the board. The
       girl I was going to ask out in my high school homeroom didn't die
       on the way to school when some asshole flipped his car. She is
       still sitting next to me smiling in that moment.
       
       I fucking hate time travel because it is the only concept that
       could take those moments from me. The bad ones and the good ones
       are mine. They are my treasures and the only safe thing in
       existence. I pray it never comes to pass.
       
       
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