If I could visit anytime, anywhere if I could leave right now I’d go into the future.
When I was a teenager I had a terrible nightmare that I woke up, covered with dust and the ground under me was solid rock and under the thin layer of gray dust it sparkled like it was covered with frost. I looked up and the sky was orange, and the sun was gigantic red and bloated. The moon was huge- it filled the sky.
The Moon hung in the East and the Sun was in the North.
I tried to scream myself awake when I realized I was in my own yard and the world was dead.
Dead and barren and airless.
And freezing cold.
Nothing was alive, not even me.
That was the future I dreamed about and to this day that image of a dead world and a dead Sun and the Moon, which was never alive was turning the wrong way.
I couldn’t tell you if it was a million years in the future or a hundred years but to this day I wonder if that’s what the world will look like after everything is dead and gone.
So if I could time travel I’d want to go into the future. All the way to the end of time. And then I’d want to see what happens next.
Does everything start over? Or does it die and just stay dead forever?
I can’t see myself going into the past.
I know how that story goes.
But the Science Geek in me has would probably want to go to one minute before the Big Bang.
I’ve heard that it was truly a hellacious event.
Think about it.
It was quiet and dark and then all of a sudden the Universe is ripped apart and it’s guts fell out and ta da!
Here we are.
But that minute before. Sure. I’d like to see that.
Not a minute after.
One minute before.
I’ve worked with the dead, with loss and grief.
To me the past is a freshly dug and filled grave. I’d no more visit the past then I would take a shovel and dig up a coffin and pop it open.
But the future, all that uncharted territory, the not knowing what’s going to happen next. The surprises. The dreams that were realized ( good and bad ). I figure sneaking a peek at the future is a lot like sneaking a peek at your Christmas presents- sure you know what you’re going to get on the BIG DAY.
But you still have to wait for the BIG DAY to get your hands on the presents.
The upshot is, I’d rather hope then go to a place where there is hope. To me the past doesn’t offer that.
The future is bursting with it.
And that’s where I’d like to go.