If I say that you are mine, then I am yours.
But I cannot accept a vision of You as an engineer who spends His days maintaining the machine of morality. I cannot take the idea of You as an optimizer, introducing evil into human affairs in an attempt to create the best of all possible worlds. I cannot bear this cold mathematician’s God who sees all the universe as nothing more than an elaborate problem to be solved. Such a world is a world with no meaning, one in which one history is no more or less preferable to any other.
Life is a long travel. The end of the journey is often unpredictable.
I was in ’78 recently,” he announced. “I brought you this.”
He handed me a single by the Beatles. I didn’t recognize the title.
“Didn’t they split in ’70?”
“Not always. How are things?
Good to see you too, Otto.” -Sydney Rose
If I had a wish it would be this: that Google maps could take me, not to just anywhere on the planet, but to anywhere in time.
And that’s basically the end of this story. I know it sounds unbelievable and all. And I’m not saying I can explain all the time travel parts or the magical tattoo parts. You may not even believe me. That’s okay, though. I know it happened and that’s all that counts.
Linc was so amazed at what he saw and heard, “This is sooo cool. I love this place. This looks way better than a day spotting weird people at Walmart.
I am married but I’ve yet to meet my wife, and she is dead. Such is the life of a time-traveler… complicated, that is.
What’s with savage humans always wanting to cannibalize us?