Perhaps you have a tree like this in your town. In the park in my city there is an old oak tree that grows downward, instead of up to the sun. Like a grandmother picking up children to place them on her knees, the heavy limbs of that tree's bark is worn smooth by children who climb her day after day year after year. She whispered softly that she'd grown downward to make it easy for the children. Every limb is just the right size to sit or lay or put your arms around. She bends gracefully in a way that any child can rest or stretch or hold her in an embrace. You can stay there unafraid, wrapped peacefully in her arms. And no matter what's troubling you, she will dry your tears. Full up to overflowing is my admiration for this tree who is so in love she's bending down to kiss the children
In the modern world it was Einstein, with his theory of relativity, who popularized Time Travel in the magazines and on TV, opening the doors so long closed, to its "real possibility" and igniting our imaginations. Ancient worlds may have had the techniques and technology of time travel long ago, but few records of that exists except in collective memory mainly relegated to legend and mythstill too fantastic to be real. Perhaps it is just plain comfortable to consider the third dimension to be the "real" world and relegate Time Travel to the subject of "science fiction." Comfortable is good. Comfortable like sitting in a soft armchair petting your cat instead of flying a rocket ship chased by energy gripping enemies. Yes, comfortable is good. Yet, it's a fresh, new world of possibilities when we contemplate "string theory" or the "theory of everything" advanced mathematicians study. In these mathematical languages we exist in but one of eleven or twelve dimensions. Again, science touches the divine. We are all waiting for the complete embrace. If Time exists only because of our consideration of it, then we are able to move through time at will. What we consider to be "real" is real. If we all were in 11 different dimensions at once.... Well, I imagine this could make conversation kind of complex causing a need for inter-dimensional translators and whatnot. Because, of course, we are only communicating now because you and I both believe in the "reality" that matches the significances of each word I type. 😉 It is as if we walk through a web of infinite potentialities that come in to being as they are chosen, only for the moments they are chosen to exist as reality. Which of course means that there is all time and no time at all times! And there is a constant choice, conscious or unconscious, to remain in this time. As for me i am contemplating my conscious choice with a great deal of admiration. Our Earth is a blessed place. We are Elven: beings of light and color, sound and vibration, song beyond words that matches the rhythm of the sun.