Life Goes On

Isn't it interesting that no matter how significant of an event occurs here or anywhere, the rest of life simply goes on and on? When the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up, life went on. When Elvis died, life went on. When John Glenn walked on the moon, life went on. When the Vietnam war raged, life here went on. When a new, sweet baby is born, life goes on. While presidential candidates are busy painting each other in a negative light, life goes on. When some huge natural disaster occurs anywhere in the world, life goes on elsewhere and indeed it goes on at the site of the tsunami, the hurricane, the avalanche, the flood or the wildfire as well.

It all gets back to that pesky, intangible, speeding phenomenon called time. The seconds keep ticking into minutes, into hours, into days, weeks, months, years and so on. You can't capture it, you can turn it backward, you can't divert it, you can't change it and you can't stop it.

I have to say though, stories with plots that somehow overcome the essence or concept of time in some way like The Time Traveler's Wife or Timeline or The Time Machine are intriguing, even Terminator, mainly because it would open up a whole new world.

Of course that doesn't necessarily mean it would be a better world, just different. I think this is one of those cases where fiction is probably much better and safer that fact. Still, it's fun to imagine...