Last Sunday I listened as a homeless man told me that evolution was a lie. "Life started on this planet from the future," he said. "In the future there are time machines. Someone went back in time and their time machine broke, and they were stuck there. That's where life came from." So, you know, now we know.
This reminds me of a thought I've had: There will never be time machines capable of traveling freely into the past. How do I know? Because, if there were time machines in any time, there would be time machines in every time. Hitler would have been killed by a well-meaning future person. 9-11 would have been thwarted. There will always be Geraldo Riveras, and one or more of them would have come back to interview us and thwart some historical tragedy for publicity. Fortunately, this has never happened. Sufficient unto the day, after all, is the Geraldo Rivera therein.
This homeless man's theory had more holes in it than his shoes, but I didn't point that out to him. Instead, I shared with him the Douglas Adams joke about time travel and how it complicates verb tenses. He offered a courtesy laugh, to spare my feelings, and asked me for a couple of bucks. Hopefully those two bucks started a cascade of events that will lead this man to happiness and good fortune. Maybe he'll change he world someday, you never know. This man could be the Messiah, and I might not be worthy to carry his Holy Shoes.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
