Perchance. I will come winging at 'the speed of light', gliding radiantly into the paradoxes of travelling backwards or forward in time. Potentially very exciting. Shall I “meet you when we were younger?” Shall we saunter through infinitude capturing moments here now, today, forward and backward along a line? Shall we then know time as something we leave behind? Or will it draw nearer, up-and-coming to encircle us? How much of our present state could we possibly eliminate, just by revisiting life a week back?
Well, we can argue all we want, under the cryptic night sky, last Thursday.