I am already in a time machine. It is this meat popsicle I have been lugging around in the only direction time travels.
Forward.
Save me the timey whimy wibbly wobbly changy sort of thing, Whovians. I love the show too. But it is a television show brought to you by people who want to sell you something.
I am talking about time as a measurement that all of us meat popsicles have agreed upon. Isolated tribes yet to be found, if there are any left, probably have their own version of time and are exempt from that vast generalization. Their version of time might be one that satisfies the Whovian in me.
But I am talking to the lot of you that have joined in via these gussied up adding machines we all pound on or speak at to post here in WP-land.
As battered by time as this vessel I have been lugging around on my bones is, I have seen the past. Read about it. Listened to tales from those who lived it. The only difference between the bad things that happen now, and the bad things that happened then, is that many of those bad things were institutionalized officially. Now they are just unofficially sanctioned.
Not to mention if you saw a doctor in the not to distant past he probably did not believe in the existence of germs, thus rarely washed his hands after defecating in a ditch out back. Women and children were chattel, most people could not read or write and spent dark nights huddled and shivering in the short abyss of their lives.
Sure you read about the good old days, but that was mostly told by the select few who could read and write. Life was good and child labor was cheap.
Many things didn’t happen along the way that might have made things different. But they didn’t. I shall refrain from rampant and rueful speculation. That is what the media pukes are for.
Many good things have happened along this perceived timeline that were institutionalized officially and unofficially sanctioned and in aggregate has brought us to now. Be it ever so humble, there is no other place.
The things we humans have stacked on top of other things are marvelous. Science, art, architecture, and yes even the media most of us have access too keeps us well informed of the things we do not have. Many more of us now have the luxury of indoor plumbing and we use it often. Doctors wash their hands now. Most of the time. We are still sold snake oil for our ills, but it is usually well tested snake oil, and some of it really works.
I for one am grateful for being born when I was born, lived when I have lived, and will end my vacation from being dead when the desk clerk brings me the bill and tosses what I think of as me out of Hotel Pierre. Not a second sooner.
Oh the wonders I have seen.
Oh the wonders you will see my less chronologically gifted time travelers.
Until I catch you all on the flip flop.
Peace.
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