Time Travel and Energy

Associated Content ^ | 2-2-2010 | Ranger

[mission9]

H. G. Wells lives today in the person of David Lewis Anderson, PhD. Over a hundred years ago, the proto-science fiction work, "The Time Machine" explored heady subjects of Time travel, post Armageddon societies, and evolutionary genetics when applied along class lines. A more fanciful yet forward thinking and eloquent novel could not be imagined at the time, turn of the Century late Victorian England. Yet science fictions have become reality so often, that to even question the premise is now laughable....

[The Comedian]

do I get to make the first John Titor post on this thread?

Nope, I already did next year.

Frowning takes 68 muscles.
Smiling takes 6.
Pulling this trigger takes 2.
I'm lazy.

[Las Vegas Dave]

Two or three years ago I caught the last portion of a time traveler movie on DISH network called "Idiocracy", some guy travels 500 years into the future where the President is similar to Mr."T" but with much lower I.Q.! This time traveler has average intelligence, and the future population are all idiots including the pres. (not to be confused with the current administration, but I.Q. similarity is close).

It was amusing (for free) but not worth the $ to rent.

[shibumi]

Time is merely a gift, given to man by a merciful God, to keep him from having to comprehend everything happening all at once.

There is no time. There is only now

(Someone really smart said that. I think it was Cesar Millan.)

[dangerdoc]

Swamp gas and overactive imaginations.

[GOPJ]

http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/poetry/outloud/auden.shtml

As the son of a physicist, Auden had an enduring interest in science and the moral issues surrounding it. This recording comes from the 1965 Edinburgh International Festival.

If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
Then, for all the so-and-so’s,
Futility and grime,
Our common world contains,
We have a better time
Than the Greater Nebulae do,
Or the atoms in our brains.

Marriage is rarely bliss
But, surely it would be worse
As particles to pelt
At thousands of miles per sec
About a universe
Wherein a lover’s kiss
Would either not be felt
Or break the loved one’s neck.

Though the face at which I stare
While shaving it be cruel
For, year after year, it repels
An ageing suitor, it has,
Thank God, sufficient mass
To be altogether there,
Not an indeterminate gruel
Which is partly somewhere else.

Our eyes prefer to suppose
That a habitable place
Has a geocentric view,
That architects enclose
A quiet Euclidian space:
Exploded myths - but who
Could feel at home astraddle
An ever expanding saddle?

This passion of our kind
For the process of finding out
Is a fact one can hardly doubt,
But I would rejoice in it more
If I knew more clearly what
We wanted the knowledge for,
Felt certain still that the mind
Is free to know or not.

It has chosen once, it seems,
And whether our concern
For magnitude’s extremes
Really become a creature
Who comes in a median size,
Or politicizing Nature
Be altogether wise,
Is something we shall learn.

W.H.Auden.