Two clocks, seven minutes off. For most, that would mean that one of the clocks is wrong, and that would be the end of it. For Selraybob, that simple observation, made from the comfort of his lounger, in the midst of marital strife, leads to a question: What is Time?
As Selraybob learns, the books, and the scientists, and the powers that be, tell us that Time is something distinct, that can be tracked. Time travel, time dilation, the fourth dimension and the space-time continuum are all convoluted theories based on that premise. It takes an overweight, underachieving Midwestern man to cut through the muck and develop a simple, straightforward concept.
Simple answers, however, can sure muddle up a comfortable life, particularly when those answers get stuck deep in the craw. In this intimate story, Selraybob shares the struggles of a man pulled back into life by a thought. But it’s not the life he had ever imagined. Thinking is good, he’ll tell you, but beware of thinking. You never know where it will take you.
As Selraybob learns, the books, and the scientists, and the powers that be, tell us that Time is something distinct, that can be tracked. Time travel, time dilation, the fourth dimension and the space-time continuum are all convoluted theories based on that premise. It takes an overweight, underachieving Midwestern man to cut through the muck and develop a simple, straightforward concept.
Simple answers, however, can sure muddle up a comfortable life, particularly when those answers get stuck deep in the craw. In this intimate story, Selraybob shares the struggles of a man pulled back into life by a thought. But it’s not the life he had ever imagined. Thinking is good, he’ll tell you, but beware of thinking. You never know where it will take you.
