Time travel cannot exist. It’s preposterous. It is too much
for our human mental capabilities to even begin to conceive. Time—to humans—is linear
and functions as so. This is the basis that all human civilizations have built
themselves on: forward progression. Time travel gums up the works. It creates
infinite loops that contradict every notion we have sought to establish as
natural law. The ability to travel through time would unravel the
very fabric of space and time—at least in terms of our understanding. Death would cease to exist. The ability to return to a frame in time where a currently
deceased person is still alive and kicking takes away all meaning death could
possibly possess. And if death loses meaning, life loses meaning as well. What’s
the point in living each day as your last if you can infinitely cycle through
your life, stopping at random points to live/relive/rewrite that point in time,
without stress or worry of there ever being an endpoint (which there is none as
a circle has no beginning or end)?
To travel through time would be to destroy everything that humanity
has worked for; order, reason, and meaning will all be lost, and everything would
be left to fall to the natural chaos that is the universe: Entropy.
I heard a peculiar thought once—no doubt in a doped up
circumstance. It was that maybe life wasn't really life after all, and that dying wasn't really death, but birth. What if we spend our entire lives thinking that when we die it is the end, when, in fact, it is just the beginning? What if our deaths' were actually our births'? Is this life just a reality created in utero?
