Two-thirds of the way through the year 2012, the future still has between twenty-eight and thirty-five months for Mattel to get their act together and give us this before a class action lawsuit happens as a result of false advertising, although I’ve heard rumors that it might happen as soon a Christmas 2012.  Let’s not even get started on the issue of why we don’t have jet-packs yet, but an article by Bill Winningham pretty much sums it up:  we’re too afraid, although the Breitling “Jet-Man” is showing the world that some have it in them to overcome that great fear.  Much of this has to do with the conflict between what is deemed possible and what is deemed otherwise.

If some crazy Albert Einstein haired scientist showed up in the parking lot across from my apartment building with a working Flux Capacitor installed in his car – be it running on plutonium stolen from the Iranians, since Libya is more of a state in flux with the ousting of Muammar Gaddafi, or a Mr. Fusion Bio-Reactor – I’d probably try it even if I wasn’t trying to escape the guys the scientist swindled.  Chances are I’d have it take me back in time time 30 years so I could witness my birth, my genesis (just as an observer of course; there is that whole fabric of space time, wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, prime directive thing to worry about).  To actually witness that moment in real-time and not just get to see where it happened, even if the location is somewhat unchanged by the passage of time, would be something.

Or I might go back to the night I cried myself to sleep in the hospital as a young teenager thinking I might die but having a comforting voice tell me I would be ok.  If I did that, what if that voice was my future self?  It wasn’t, but that would definitely be meta.  Imagine a future me telling the teenage me everything I know now, all the adventures, the general craziness of the journey.  I’d be pulling a Rhino and telling my doubting self that I’m the human version of Bolt; that “the impossible can become possible…” and I wouldn’t be too far off the mark because the impossible has become something greater than possible in many cases, it’s become my past.  It’s not because of me though, it’s because of Him, the Heavenly Father, for with whom all things are possible because He can do more than we can ask or think.

What’s your “impossible” that needs to become your past?

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