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31 janvier Time Travel 101"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived".
~ Captain Jean-Luc Picard from the movie "Star Trek: Generations"
"Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever”.
~ Horace Mann
"Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana".
~ Groucho Marx
What Is Weird About Me #4
Ever since I was a little kid I have been obsessed by the idea of traveling through time, well that and flying. To this day I still fantasize about it. This is why one of my favorite shows today is ‘Heroes’. It used to be ‘Lost’ until I got lost with the plotline after a couple of misses, but then again, was their ever really a plotline. Now that I think about it, the plotline was about as coherent as the theme song (those of you who watch the show know what I mean). Mostly it seemed we got jerked around from week to week with promises of answers to questions that never materialized, and an extra side helping of more questions was added to our plate. After a while I basically told the show to get Lost. But with ‘Heroes’, a weekly tale of ordinary people suddenly endowed with abilities far beyond those of mere mortals, I get answers, not more riddles. Riddles I got up the yazwho; “WHO USED UP ALL THE GOD DAMNED HOT WATER?”, “Honey what is this green stuff in the fridge and is it still good?”, “I walked into this room for a purpose and now that I am here, I can’t remember what it was I came here for!” and of course the classic: What is the safe answer to “Honey, does this make me look fat?”.
In ‘Heroes’ my favorite characters are Hiro Nakamura the time traveler and Nathan Petrelli who can fly (yeah I know he's a jerk, but he can fly!). I want to do these things and fortunately for me I do fly, through dreams. These are the best dreams. When I fly, it always is a new discovery and it seems so natural to do that I wonder why I never thought of it before. The best part is that I’m the only one who can do it, so once again that makes me special. I wake up disappointed that the dream is over, but by God, for a short time, I was flying and these dreams I always remember.
Time travel on the other hand is something that I can do during the waking hours and without the use of Mr. Peabody’s ‘Way Back’ machine. It is not a journey of the body, but of the mind and the mechanism used is music.
I travel all the time.
We all have experienced the power of a piece of music that acts like a bookmark in our life’s ongoing story and when those musical chords start up, its as if we are transported to that moment when both the music and ourselves were younger. Pictures capture a moment and we get to see how it was. With music we not only see the picture as a fluid reality, but we experience the emotions that went along with it.
The other day I was making my way back home from work when the radio began to play Elton John’s ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’ and I was instantaneously transported to the year 1994. I found myself in a movie theater that we used to always take the kids to. It was one of those Mom & Pop style movie houses that unlike the monster 127 screen movie chains, had 1 or 2 screens and where the person who sold you the tickets was the daughter of the person selling you popcorn and she, the wife of the gentleman who took your tickets and ran the projector, just like they all were when I was a kid. We took my then 8 year old daughter and 5 year old son to see Disney’s ‘The Lion King’ movie. The moment I was transported to was the very end of the movie. The credits were rolling and we were standing just outside the door to the auditorium where the door to the projection room was located. The layout was in such a way that the projection room was on the same level with the lobby. The door stood open so that we could see the projector running and still see the movie screen at the same time. My daughter stood in front of my wife with my wife’s hands on my daughter’s shoulders and my son was sitting upright in my arms. Both of them were looking at the projector and the screen beyond it as the projectionist explained to them how the movie gets from point ‘A’ to Point ‘B’. They both looked as if they were witnessing the miracle of the parting of the Red Sea. To them it was almost as entertaining as the movie itself was.
There I was driving the car and yet at the same moment, I was standing in that movie theater 13 years previous with my son in my arms. I could feel the weight of him and smell the remnants of the candy that clung to his hands. I could feel my wife and daughter standing next to me and through it all, the ending credits song ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’, playing in the background.
The song ends and so does the trip back. The fleeting edges of the ‘reality’ are replaced by just the memory, and then comes the eventual side affect of time travel; the sadness.
The memory is a wonderful one, but the reality is that it is the past and gone. My daughter is now 20 and my son is almost 18 and both are no longer amazed by the simple things. They are testing wings for the eventual departure from the nest, to begin lives that for the most part will not have a daily interface or input from us. And this is why a wonderful memory is bittersweet, at least for now. My children are still with us but not for long. To see what I am going to lose makes this type of time trip hard. One day when my wife and I have settled into a life of ‘just us again’, I will be able to repeat this trip and it will be different; it will be a happy moment revisited over and over again.
Just not now.
There are many time periods today that I like to revisit and the music is there to transport me.
For those moments that I cannot visit now, they are musically bookmarked and it is enough to know that they are there when the time comes to revisit them.
I will always hold my children inside my heart, but sometimes even now, no matter how old they get, I still feel the need to hold them up in my arms.
 * Mr Peabody (the dog) and Sherman (for those of you who are cartoonally challenged)© 2007 Commentaires (2)Pour ajouter un commentaire, connectez-vous avec votre identifiant Windows Live ID (si vous utilisez Messenger ou Xbox LIVE, vous avez un identifiant Windows Live ID). Connectez-vous Vous n'avez pas d'identifiant Windows Live ID ? Inscrivez-vous
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