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I have a great story to tell you.<\/p>\n
So let\u2019s get to it.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s this man. And there\u2019s a lot of other men and a lot\u00a0of other women in this world. But none of them particularly matter to this story so let\u2019s forget them for a little while. Back to this man. Our man.<\/p>\n
He was an old man. He is an old man, that is. And he\u2019s a special man. If you have ever looked to the sun and wondered what makes it wake and what makes it sleep, then you have thought of this man. Because, to your surprise, it is not the rotation of earth that makes the days begin and end, and the years pass on by. No. It is the old man.<\/p>\n
He stands, or probably sits, on a tower ten miles high in the sky. Where? I can\u2019t say because no one knows for sure but believe me, it\u2019s there. I know, if its ten miles high, wouldn\u2019t we have seen it by now? Surely. And people have seen this man in this tower and by all means, you might see him too but that is entirely besides the point.<\/p>\n
In his old tower ten miles high in the old sky, this old man sits before a spinning dial. And as any one would when they sit before a spinning anything, this old man spins the crank. Some say it is controlled by a small handle, no more than six inches long which he can turn with one hand, while others have furiously argued that no, on the contrary, the handle is sixty inches long and must be turned with both hands. But again, that is entirely besides the point.<\/p>\n
This old man in his old tower ten miles high in the old sky is a special man because with his spinning dial, he controls the world. When he spins forward, time moves forward. A second ahead, a minute ahead, a hour ahead, a day ahead, a week ahead, a year ahead, a decade ahead, a millennium ahead and so on and so on. As far as we know, this old man is the only man who has ever done this job. Is he immortal? No one knows. Is he human? Well, that\u2019s what makes this story so great.<\/p>\n
Typically, when you have something to spin, you can spin it in either direction you please. But this old man was never the smartest man. For almost the entirety of human history, he had spun his spinning dial \u2014 either with one hand or two \u2014 in only one direction: forward. And the result of this continual progress? Continual goodness. So long as the man was steady, the world was steady and man was steady. But he wasn\u2019t always an old man; like the Earth, he was once very young. So you must have imagined the surprise in the old man when he realized he was an old man. After so many years of ceaseless forward motion in time, his beard had grown almost to the ground ten miles below. If that is any indication, then yes, he is a very old man. So the day he caught sight of this \u2014 how, we will never fully know \u2014 is forever remembered as the day the earth stood still. His forward spinning stopped. In shock, he stepped backwards and as he did, his hands still locked firmly around the crank, the Earth went backwards and time went backwards. And his beard grew that much shorter. Hmmm, the old man thought, I like that.<\/p>\n
In a matter of seconds, human history was erased as this old man tirelessly spun back the dial of time and returned to his glory as a young man. His beard was entirely gone and with it, all of human progress and goodness. But he was and remains not only a man of slight intelligence but incredible vanity. Every ebb and flow in human progress and the rise and fall of civilization and the widening and narrowing of the gyres of time can be attributed to one thing: the man\u2019s ceaseless need to have the perfect beard. Forwards and backwards and backwards and forwards and so on.<\/p>\n
Mankind, although never knowing exactly what was happening, grew annoyed as it felt it was doing things it had done hundreds and, in some cases, thousands of times before. The pyramids can built only so many times before a man gets pissed off. So the source of evil? Annoyance at unknown vanity.<\/p>\n
How’s that for a conception of time? I’m not so sure if I’m a fan but it’s stuck and now, it’s apart of me. Like they say: “Once you have told a story, you can never take it back. So, be careful of the stories you tell, AND the stories you listen to.” Be it WB Yeats’ “widening gyre<\/a>”\u00a0or\u00a0Carl Sagan’s “cosmic calendar<\/a>,” we tell ourselves and listen to stories in order to make sense of the things we might not ever fully know. This assignment challenged me to entertain my friends in a very unusual way but prompted an exchange of other theories and stories about our origins, about evil, about time that grew increasingly ridiculous but all the more enjoyable. As Thomas King points out time and time again, “the truth about stories is that’s all we are,” and\u2014as I learned with this activity\u2014 there is a lot of fun to be had with that notion.<\/p>\n Works Cited<\/p>\n “Carl Sagan – Cosmos – Cosmic Calendar.” Online video clip.\u00a0YouTube<\/em>. YouTube, 22 July. 2009. Web. 1 February 2016.<\/p>\n King, Thomas.\u00a0The Truth About Stories: A Native Narrative.\u00a0<\/em>Minneapolis: U of Minnesota\u00a0Press. 2005. Print.<\/p>\n Yeats, William Butler. \u201cThe Second Coming.\u201d Poetry Foundation. <\/i>Poetry Foundation, n.d. Web. 1 February 2016.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have a great story to tell you. So let\u2019s get to it. There\u2019s this man. And there\u2019s a lot…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31532,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31532"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":68,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25\/revisions\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/engl470a2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}