Does the actual date really matter when ideas and contemplations are at the heart of a blog?
Albert Einstein, I am reasonably certain made the initial inroads into time's elastic nature, but a novel opened my imagination.
I read H. G. Wells' The Time Machine when I was about 12 and was immediately captivated by his notion of traveling while remaining in the same place. Perhaps my fascination was enhanced by the fact that I lived in a couple of centuries old farmhouse across the street from an 1760's posting inn. An awareness of what-happened-here was ingrained as I walked to school through a cemetery whose earliest markers were from 1641 or rode my bike past the Endicott Pear Tree (still giving fruit though planted by John Endicott when he was governor of Massachusetts Bay in 1632). My sense of time as history was implanted very successfully very early in my life.
Some facts may require a time stamp to authenticate their validity, my blog does not. After all (and apologies, Albert) time is relative.
