I feel like I've stumbled into something much deeper and more complicated than I ever thought anything could be. The box arrived this morning; I pulled the tab on the side and it popped open, the odor that accompanies old books escaping.

There's not a single recent book here. They're all from either before the turn of the century or just after, giving me the feeling I'm not learning about anything anyone cares about anymore. After reading the introduction of one book, Are We Then Yet? by Cliff Pelter, I was starting to get an idea why. This was a book published in the mid-nineteen-nineties, and it spent a lot of time putting forth arguments by several philosophers and physicists, all of which deal with the assumption that advanced cultures of the future will eventually succeed in inventing the 'time machine.' The problem I have with this is the complete failure to experiment. How will we as a society ever create the thing we're relying on those in the future to create? It's probably the only case of generational procrastination I've ever witnessed.