The Repository

 There is no way of knowing for how long the residue of our digital past will remain.  Perhaps there will be bins filled with long forgotten isolinear chips containing the data from a bygone age that thrift shop patrons will rummage through in the hopes of finding something grand.

Here is such an entry. To the future, I salute you - not with quivering jaw - and no dagger was thrown.

Only the daggers of my mind and my Sony Handycam HD AVCHD iAuto 16GB Full HD 1080 [for future chronicle] < sufficient

There's no real way of knowing how things begin.  Here we have the Essence of Punjab... 

While watching Minority Report last night it occurred to me:  This movie is much like Somewhere In Time... They both involve a paradox.  Somewhere In Time the paradox was the pocket watch.  In Minority Report the paradox was the vision by the precog.  

It has been said that Time Travel or I should say [existing and being able to observe from outside of time] is for God alone... Perhaps when we begin to tread upon the pathways reserved for God it is then that we begin to encounter paradoxes...