Time traveling through life. A short story added to my online Fiction folder. Sometimes I need to leave the world of science behind, shake things up, and let those loose associations run wild. It’s funny how I appreciate the systematic rigorous nature of the scientific endeavour, but when I get to be creative, it’s mostly about mad worlds, magic, and metaphysical somersaults of logic.
If you, like me, enjoy playful ramblings about time, bizarre remarks about the metric system, and strange sensations of multiple personalities, here you go: Some times.
The great sci-fi author Kurt Vonnegut once wrote: ‘Billy Pilgrim has become adrift in time’.
This sentence has remained etched in my mind, popping up in my thoughts at the most curious moments. I feel I have developed a bond with dear Billy over the years, and with his help, in this particular point in time, I would like to make another point about time, if Mr. Vonnegut would allow me to borrow him a little. I am convinced that Mr. Vonnegut is, or at the moment, was, a person filled with sympathy for his struggling fellow writer, and would look kindly upon my loan. I promise to return Billy in the best of conditions, at most a little rattled by the additional experiments with time which we plan to put him through, but frankly that would be nothing new to Billy.
Riding on the emergent arrow of now
I hope that Billy, being an experienced time traveler, like most of us, will be up to the challenge. So, Vonnegut wrote ‘Billy Pilgrim has become adrift in time’, when in fact I would like to argue that Billy, like most of us, is tightly entwined to the only time that anybody has: the now.
But we humans, one could say, are very promiscuous creatures when it comes to time—we are not satisfied with the now that we have. We brazenly keep flirting with any number of moments in the past and present all the while having the particular one with whom we are mostly intimately involved. Continue reading
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