If we could ask our ancestors one question, what would it be?
If we can task our children with one thing, what could it be?
I began writing a short story last month to express the idea of intergalactic time travel. In this story, special individuals whom are qualified to travel out of the earth’s biosphere and into the unknown galaxies out there, travel to gain knowledge for people on earth.
Every successful trip back to earth, the world Ambassadors lose a couple years on their life due to intergalactic time zone change and the speeds they must travel. One of the pioneering world Ambassadors figured out how the travelers could safely arrive back home and not see the people on earth decades older. However, they lose up to 5 years each trip, but we gain so much knowledge here on earth from their trips out there.
They are chosen very seldom by individuals of higher society, and special governing entities. The people do not know much about these intergalactic time travelers.
Arguably a tax conversation for the people, because the people on earth somewhat pay for the world Ambassadors, and/or intergalactic travelers to go far out and ‘speak’ with the others, out there.
Most people don’t believe the others understand our language, because they definitely don’t understand the concept of time. Most people also believe the world Ambassadors are not entirely truthful about the knowledge they gain from the others, or even if they are making these intergalactic trips worthwhile for humanity on earth.
When the first world Ambassador spoke to the people, we found that he spoke in parables. He promised to answer one question, and the people asked of him,
“What is it like there, tomorrow?”
The people were curious of this mystical character who had the bravery to speak directly to the people of earth. These were not politicians of modern society. The Ambassadors as I have described them, modern-day Buzz-Lightyears, speaking of a place his universal pin pals reside. They referred to the place as Mahan of Pier III.
The Ambassador answered,
“Well, if you are curious enough, it will feel like forever once you get there, tomorrow.
Tomorrow is forever no more than it feels like now it is never.
Tomorrow is another vibration.
Like a heavy New Year’s celebration.
Often confused for time allocation.
Happy New Year to the people, like tomorrow is your staycation.
Holiday mate, same thing just like flight meditation.
But Tomorrow is next year’s occasion.
Be well people, and don’t seek a reputation.”
No one understood that, but the people knew something was not right. No one cared about the parable talk, it just made them scared and then they walked.
Likely wanting to kill the messenger for that stupid rhyming parable he talked.