There have been a few objectives that humans have pursued over many generations with no success. One of those is alchemy. Men have been trying to form gold out of base metals going clear back to the middle ages. It has been tried in basements, caves, attics, laboratories, and pharmacies. It has never been successful.
Another such endeavor has been time travel. Happily, I can tell you that time travel is possible. It costs nothing and anyone can do it. Just think of the possibilities. You can travel with Marco Polo or sit by royalty while they rule their kingdoms. You can fight in the Civil War, or fly a spitfire, fighting Germans over England in 1939.
It is possible to live in a cave with a family of Neanderthals or ride with American Indians on a buffalo hunt. You can roll back the clock and join an expedition to the North Pole, or even walk with Jesus and his disciples. Perhaps it would be fun to be a Samari warrior in the 1400s or join John Glenn as he flies into space. One can live in the Australian penal colony or walk in the shoes of Cleopatra. The adventures of time travel are limited only by your interest.
Nonsense you say. No such a thing as time travel exists. Ah, but it does my friend. Just pick up a book.
Everyone should allow at least one hour each day to time travel. I know it isn’t always easy to find an hour, but it can be done if you want it badly enough. Perhaps when you cozy into bed and your head needs a bit of escapism from the trials of the day?
If you find going to the library is inconvenient, then buy a Kindle. The number of free books available through Amazon is endless. Expand your horizons with time travel via a book.
Absolutely agree.
According to an old metaphor, reading is like traveling. Of course, because between the pages of a book we know extravagant characters, we visit places where we probably never enter reality, we collect anecdotes and open our minds to new cultures.
The book can be a traveling companion or, perhaps, the journey itself. It can make you see places never seen or existent and at the same time make you believe that everything is reachable, everything is possible. Possible like living a thousand lives in one or, as Umberto Eco said, “being there when Cain killed Abel”. It then transports you to another reality and the only things you can take with you, in this sort of adventure, are your feelings mixed with hopes and dreams: for reality there is no place.
But reading doesn’t just mean traveling, but also living, dreaming, reflecting, laughing, crying, shivering, growing, learning, feeling human and understood. Rediscover yourself. And getting lost in its lines … find yourself.
Great post my friend……..Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind.
Reading a good to honest “hard cover” book with pages you actually turn at your own speed is simply one of the best sensual pleasures in life. The written word is a conduit through all of your senses and your “mind’s eye” to be sure my friend Ken. Give me a good book; a comfortable chair; a quiet place with ample time is indeed a small piece of Heaven.
Thank you! Books can transport us anywhere!?