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.
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