Hurricanes and earthquakes and mudslides and fires. Entire islands decimated, formerly lush green paradises now without a speck of green. And let’s not forget, this terrible streak started with an eclipse and, here in Chicago, a corpse flower.
So if we were superstitiously-minded, or fundamentally religiously-minded, we might take all of these events, piled on top of a regime terrifying in both its ineptitude and cruelty, as a sign.
But some of us are science-fictionally-minded. And we take it as proof-positive that someone’s been messing with time and time is not happy about it.
Not happy at all.
I’ve written about time before, in the seldom-loved but extremely long-titled The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management. The thing is I didn’t think it would become a manual of any kind.
After much research into a topic that is far more complicated and impossible to understand than you might think, I realized one truth: Time does not like being messed with. Not at all.
And we’re seeing that now.
Do I really think that someone got a time machine and stepped on a gum wrapper meant for someone else thus unraveling life us we know it?
Nope. But that’s a pretty good concept, I think.
I guess my point is that we have to process what is happening in the world right now whatever way we can. For me, imagining nefarious science-fiction underpinnings makes it just a hair more tolerable.
But hey, fantasy may be your genre. In that case, I’d blame the dragons.
It’s always the dragons.
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