And also that people were pretty much the same then as they are now. And our stories are reflective of their stories. Even though we have the internet now, and cell phones, and reality TV. And they had books, baskets, and bonnets.
But anyway, I guess I'm a bit thoughtful about that whole space/time continuum (I honestly really don't even know what I'm talking about), and I have always felt the fourth dimension as if I could reach out and touch the past and future, if only I could see them.
Scars and mars. Wrinkles. Scrapes. Evidence of how one lived life.
Here we go, Day 309: https://ia700803.us.archive.org/23/items/Improv61812/20120618212945.mp3