“And lastly, me lad, a certain universe is divided into three distinct regions, which would equate with our past, present and future, (except there, they are spatial and co-extant). This affords the inhabitants possibilities that men can only dream of, and provides them with men possible only in dreams. A few have gone on a private space expedition whereby they seek to discover a place where all potentialities converge, and there, to their amazement, will they find the figure of a lone surfer riding the white caps of all possibilities. Chipmunks and children once thought only deities were all-doable, but the brain’s universal hologram has finally ‘fessed-up.’ Now all are in the know, (save for those who don’t wanna know).
Hand me that coring knife, son. The handle of this thing reminds me of your great grandfather, who once said: ‘If this thing weren’t so damn obvious, I’d a seen it a lot sooner.’ The son couldn’t help from saying how that being constantly told of how ‘obvious’ The Thing is doesn’t really do much except annoy him – seeing as how he can’t seem to see it.
The elder nodded knowingly and pointed out to him again the benefits of their conversations and lifelong interactions taking place inside of one man’s mind – a fact that always instantly shuts up both father and son, both speaker and hearer, at least for a moment. (‘And – God!’ thought they both in unison, ‘If that moment would but turn into always!’)
Oh, one more thing, there is also a ‘PLACE’ that is a combination of the one where all three time periods exist simultaneously, and where words are the active entities. with men in their heads. Consider its travel brochure carefully, and yours may finally split wide open and let in the air and light.”
J.