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Chapter Seven
Gideon settled on a rock and wriggled somewhat to
make himself more comfortable. “Time is like the tides,” he
said, “or more correctly, like a river. There are currents, white
and dark water and backwash. Human beings have been conditioned
from birth to believe in sequential time, that is, time
as moment after moment. By the ripe old age of five or six,
one has generally forgotten the intricacies of the nature of
time and space and thus is primed to live in a world where
tomorrows come after todays and yesterdays lead to todays.”
As much as one part of me wanted to understand what
he was saying, another part was firmly anchored in the logical
thinking processes. “Stop, Gideon, I don’t really think all that
is important. In fact, I'm relatively comfortable in this time
slot. What with television, advanced computers, other electronic
marvels, space probes to distant planets and so forth,
who knows? This time and place could still be fun.”
“If you don’t blow yourself up first, or die of asphyxiation
because there is no more breathable air. No clean
water to drink because your rivers and streams have been
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