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I think it advantageous to my narrative now to set down a few
scientific facts. The laws, for instance, under which our
Time-traveling tower operated. The Indians of 1664 thought the tower
was magic. But it was based upon solid science.
The laws of Time and Space--the true aspect of the Material
Universe--all this is, in our age of 1945, imperfectly understood.
So I set down here a few succinct truths. Those of you who care to
ponder them may do so. You will find that the scientific aspect of my
narrative is much clearer. Those of a different turn of mind may pass
over this brief chapter.
The basis of the Material Universe is Energy. Energy we can also call
by another name--Change. Everything exists because it is changing. The
living cell feeds itself and grows; multiplies itself; dies and decays;
turns to other forms, liquid and gas--and is not lost, but reconverted.
The rocks were gas, then liquid, then solid. The wind and water erodes
them--they break, they powder, they blow away, or wash away as dust,
and come again in other forms of other things.
The atoms, the very electrons of all matter in the universe, are
breaking down or building up. All changing. All are nothing but
manifestations of Energy. And Matter itself? Take a fragment of solid
gold--we find it built of loosely massed molecules, all in movement;
and each molecule a group of agitated atoms; and each atom, whirling
electrons and a nucleus--infinitely tiny things to which we give these
arbitrary names--things which in themselves in their essence are
nothing at all save Energy!
There is no mass. Nothing of solidity! Whirlpools--vortexes of
nothingness! Of such unsolid stuff you who read this are built. And
your home, and your city, and the Earth under you, and all the stars of
the Heavens!
At the basis of all this, also, is unceasing change of position. Every
tiny fragment of everything is restless--and every thing, in its
entirety, is in motion. We move in space about our tiny Earth. Our
Earth whirls us all along; and the Sun sweeps onward, dragging the
Earth, itself following some distant Star, which with other Stars is
going somewhere. We know all this, now in 1945.
We know, too, that nothing has a continuous existence. Your body, as
you now sit reading what you may feel are idle theories, at one instant
is existing and at the next is blotted out. And lives again another
instant. A changed body, just a little different in every tiny essence
of your being from what it was before.
Like a motion picture. There is nothing difficult to grasp in that
thought. We see a motion picture as a continuous flow of movement; but
we know that in reality the seeming movement is merely a rapid change
from one still picture to the next.
So with all our Material Universe. It is as though Time, like a
whirling knife-blade, were slashing through us--blotting us out,
letting us live only in the progressive instants between the whirling
blades.
* * * * *
"Time" is the factor of all this which we find most unnatural to
envisage in its true aspect. I would have you imagine now, what I
might term the physical aspect of Time. Consider it, for instance,
as an all-pervading etheric fluid. Consider it strewn in a line from
the Beginning to the End. Our minds are so limited that we must
conceive everything in terms of tangibility--even the intangible. So
I would have you picture Time as a stream of imponderable, invisible
fluid. Imagine it in shape so that it could lie in some gigantic
pipe--perfectly straight--of some inconceivable length. We put the
Beginning and the End to bound it.
This Time-fluid, then, you must picture as being at rest--the one thing
of all things which does not move nor change. It lies there--forever.
But do not forget this pipe-line of Time-fluid in which all this is
happening! Let us cling to simple physical analogies. We must imagine,
for instance, that the Time-fluid is progressively of different
physical character along all its length from its Beginning to its End.
Like water in a pipe--hot at one end, cold at the other, with every
gradation of temperature in between. Or, to be just a trifle closer
to fact, perhaps, the stream of Time might be imagined as a beam of
light--red at one end and violet at the other--with every tint and
shade merging along the way.
Something then--like a Thought--is put into the pipe-line of Time at
the Beginning. If you have conceived the fluid of Time as being hot at
the Beginning--then imagine that this foreign, intangible substance
which has been placed there is the same temperature. Because of that,
let us say, it can remain there. But only for an instant! Because
the foreign substance instantly desires to change its character. It
desires, let us say, to become a bit cooler. It wants to reexist; to
perpetuate itself in changed form.
The fluid of Time at the Beginning will not tolerate anything cooler.
Will not tolerate any change at all. So it shifts a changed replica
of the restless thing along a bit. An event has occurred. A new thing
exists, beside the old thing. Both lie there side by side--and the
difference between their aspects is the change. Also, it is movement.
Not the movement of something tangible as we are wont to conceive
it. That is a fallacy; there is no such movement--nor is there
anything of absolute tangibility to move! The aspect of the old thing,
compared--like a motion picture--to the aspect of the new thing beside
it, is what we call movement.
It is also an interval of Time. And that interval--that
pseudo-movement--that tangible difference between intangible
things--is all that our human senses can perceive. They lie inert in
Time. But we are aware of the progressive difference between them. Upon
it we have built our conception of Substance, Matter. We are ourselves
a part of this ceaseless change--and to a phantom every other phantom
is solid!
I need not pursue the analogy of the Time-fluid. You can conceive the
building Universe--every instant reborn: leaving itself lying there in
Time, and changed replicas of itself existing progressively in the new
positions.
* * * * *
Widen your imagination now. You can fancy Time like a giant ribbon of
motion-picture film of infinite length. The whole story lies there upon
it, inert, motionless, unchanging.
Our consciousness is created. It has a certain vibratory rate--certain
characteristics by which its energy is made manifest. There is only one
portion of Time--one instant of Time--to which that vibratory rate is
compatible. Time sorts us out; starts each consciousness in its proper
niche.
We become thus, part of the Great Pattern. We are aware only of the
Time-intervals between our changes. And so it seems to us that we
move forward in Time--or that Time ticks past us, as you will. But
in reality, upon the great Record of Time, is engraven as it were a
myriad pictures of us in our progressive changes--and we have the
consciousness to be aware of them. Not as pictures of stillness; but of
change; of pseudo-motion from one picture to another.
I will repeat: the Record of Time--the whole Great Story--stands
complete. Engraven upon Time, for always. And always it has been
there, since the Beginning.
The Time-traveling tower and everything within the sphere of what might
be termed its magnetic field was altering in its essential physical and
chemical characteristics. We were, let me say, changing our inherent
vibratory rate. And thus Time was thrusting us along--toward that
portion of the Time-scroll with which we could be compatible.
Is that clear? I trust so. To me it seems no more abstruse than the
tuning in of a radio receiver.
No more of this! But if you have pondered it, you will find much upon
which your imagination may roam.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our
philosophy. The bard who said that spoke truer than he knew.