time; the illusion

The prospect of time travel, from a philosophical approach can be seen as a fairy tale reflection of our own reality; sending the lore of time travelers through the ages, of living with accepting ill omens and blindness ahead, doubt, no prior knowledge of future events. Dwelling into the origin of the myth of time travel one must also look at the amount of death and tragedy this planet has been through, the billions of souls lost to eventful calamities and the mundane silliness of life in society and in nature, the family cell, the need for leaders, the need for wars. All these human factors are certain catalysts for the tale.

What is known of the past is not concrete evidence of it, and it shouldn't be regarded as such, nor should we not learn what we can from it, albeit with a grain of wariness. The option of traveling to the past is available to anyone who desires so, through relics, historical writings, false teachings, mouth to ear folktale and now through cinema too, all privileges of those who are victorious and survivors, but to find an unbiased view of the past, a true chronicle of unedited cold fact, to achieve the undone is still unaccomplished.

It is a known human concept that anything that is considered impossible thus far is the craft of god, and to achieve anything of this field it is as if to look into the eyes of god, see as it does. Some say we are not far behind, having mapped out almost all of the human body through its DNA in the last century alone but with the poisoning of the land, its human and animal inhabitats, growth and living space ratio, extraordinary tyrannical super nations and smaller nations striving to become super nations, by means of atom, terror; with borders and racial awareness, constant holy wars, eternal oppression, but when the slaves grab the whip by its hand or claw, who will remain to write the future? What will the future have to say about the present?

The prospect of arriving from point A to point B, by means of little importance, would mean the fabric is complete i.e. predetermined, otherwise you won't be able to project yourself to a point in time that does not exist yet. The ethical implications of changing the past are irrelevant, as the first moment you step into the future, the past becomes null. If you would consider the human body as a time machine, with its nooks and crannies, faults and divinity, taking into consideration that it hosts different time streams all at once through nostalgia and anticipation, genetic memory, consider emotions and thoughts as a virtual interface, the mind's ports are sealed off and all you achieve is internal; you're basically hurtling your body towards the future at the speed of the Earth

Milan Kundera spoke of doubt, in relevance to it appearing when facing new situations, having no foresight and facing failure or uncertainty and of eternal return, concepts that both of which interlock with eachother, relating to the same field of thought, and touching eachother in theory, if the future is not only predetermined but lost from our sight, being, essence, the human race is not the first, last or only race based on intelligence and mental capacity and every magical feeling of fate is crushed under the weight of a programmed reality in which future never truly exists.