It feels so weird being home. I’m such a different person now, and I feel so far away from the person who painted all of these glow in the dark shapes on my ceiling. The transitionary period was so emotional, and now it feels weird being on the other side of that. I really feel like I’m about to move on but I do still feel a little as if I should be out in the night up to shenanigans like I used to be. Such is the way of growing up though I suppose.

A Proof of Why Time Doesn’t Exist by Adrienne Blevins WILL be in the works

You know, I think I’m going to make it a goal this summer to formulate my own complete idea about time. It’s a pretty weighty goal, but it’s something I’m so fascinated by, and if I want to make any contributions to this field at any point in my life (I do, I do!) I need a good base. This time travel philosophy class has been fantastic, and all of these readings are so useful, but it’s hard to fully absorb them when I’m reading them for one purpose only. So here’s the plan. Download all of the readings from Sakai, look up others from the most prominent philosophers, like Lewis and McTaggart (I think he’s onto something) and Le Poideven and come up with a coherent reasoning as to why I don’t think time exists. It will most likely be bits and pieces of everyone else’s thoughts, but hey, it certainly is a start! Then I’ll move onto the more science-related literature and see where that takes me. I’m done with ignoring something I’m fascinated by just because it seems hard to delve into. If there’s anything I do, it’s accept a challenge. I want to contribute to the idea that time doesn’t exist. I don’t know when it will happen, or how, but it will.