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Back futher, I am having luch with a friend and her two sons. Eldest, "If you could go back in time, would you kill Hitler?" Mom is kind of shocked by the question but younger son and I agree that we've thought about this. Maybe it's a guy thing.

 

Less far back, I am riding a bus with people I will meet later on. I've been listening in on their conversations so I know this. That will be in that moment's future and has already happened.

 

I'm thinking about a time machine, killing Hitler. I realize that one can go back in the past and change things. It wouldn't make any difference to what is going on right now. Only to the person who went back in time. His/her future changed, not everyone else's. Go back, kill Hitler, go forward and play cards with Morlocks, go back, meet yourself and don't kill Hitler, go way back and stop yourself from being born, talk to yourself in the past, kill and eat a dinosaur. At some point, his/her/my/your story ends. All the branches where you do this instead of that, drink tea instead of water, go to Italy and fall in a fountain, that's just your story. All the unlived lives have their own story with a beginning and an end. They are all, just a life.

 

I look out the window and there's a sunbow in the clouds. This is a pretty good life.

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