This title is misleading. Allow me to clarify: even though I’d love to be able tell you my thoughts on the feasibility of time travel and wax lyrical on Einstein’s theory of relativity, unfortunately I don’t know nearly enough to even approach the topic, let alone formulate an opinion. Sadly this musing is not about time travel in the usual sense, but rather about the intersection of two minds on different timelines.
I am a first class surfer of the web, blog sourer and opinion assimilator. I love to read (seemingly) random articles on just about any topic and I do so with vigor and enthusiasm. What I find quite interesting is the connection that I form with some of these writers, even though I have had no interaction with them at all. There has been more than one occasion where I have found myself tearing up at my desk from a particularly touching article. I feel their pain, relish in their accomplishments and devour their beautiful turn of phrase- and for a singular moment my thoughts align with theirs at the time that they were writing. For a singular moment I am connected to them; my present with their past and in that singular moment I am able to travel to the very point in time that the writer was putting pen to paper, finger to keyboard. And therein lies my thought on time travel, posted into ether for you to use/ disregard as you see fit.