So, last night I was reading a Web site where a guy was examining the time travel problems in different movies (I don’t have the link on me, but I’ll update later when I track it down). The guy had done a lot of work on each film, pointing out the paradoxes and how they might have been resolved, and how many time travel trips actually needed to happen for the end result to work out the way it had in the film (more than one, almost always). It was a great site, and of course got me thinking about time travel.
Come on, you can’t have been surprised by that. It would have been odd if it got me thinking about burritos.
Anyhow, I always wanted to travel in time, ever since I was a little kid. Then it was to the future, of course, because that’s what little kids want to do. These days, were I to be able to travel through time, I’d always go to the past — sometimes the recent past, sometimes through history, and sometimes prehistory. I’d not want to change anything, though. In fact, I’d just be there to observe, to learn. I’d have to find some way to travel as an incorporeal being so that I could see and hear everything, but no one could see or hear me. Messing with the timelines could be scary. . . wouldn’t want to unmake the universe just because I felt the need to be there on the opening night of The Godfather or something.
If you could travel in time, when and where would you go? What would you see? If you went to do something, what would it be?
UPDATE: The Web site of which I spoke is here.