and in the Space-Time Continuum


It’s the night before we depart up country to spend Christmas with our families, and I’m still up. I’ve written a list of things not to forget for the morning, I’ve tidied up, wrapped presents, had a sandwich and answered a few more Ringorang questions.

I think to a degree it’s Ringorang that’s got me thinking about time again. From a very young age I was fascinated by the subject, and in particular the idea of travelling through it (in ways other than how we normally do). While at intermediate school (jr. high), I penned a number of chapters of a time travel novel – which I recently came across again when going through all my hoarded papers…

Anyway, I actually was inspired to finally update this blog again – and aim it in the direction of the Space-Time Continuum for a bit. My initial thought was to begin with a quote from one of my all-time favourite playwrights which most of you will probably never have heard of. After reading the quote again, however, I was reminded of a response I wrote to it some time ago I’d also like to include – but will have to find.

In the meantime, here is a quote from same character in the same play, Meeting Place by Robert Lord:

If I observe myself closely I can see myself living.

I can stand outside of myself and observe. I can climb right out of my body, sit somewhere else, and watch myself sweat. Dreams, jokes, mistakes. I can see them all and I can make myself respond according to a pattern. I can remain outside and watch the body living. The more I observe the more the body seems strange. The more I notice the less familiar it appears. The body still responds but the body becomes a stranger.

I am outside.

I’ll see if I can find the other piece of writing in the morning – otherwise I’ll post it once we return from family Christmases.

Funnily enough, one of the aspects which has fascinated me about time is the very idea of writing to be read. There is an inherent time displacement between me writing these words and you reading it – a displacement which will increase indefinitely. My present is your past, and yours is my future. For these few paragraphs, the two connect…

Well, Season’s Greetings to you – whatever time of year it is. =)

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