Admittedly, Robert Lochaven is not my real name. I felt it important that you know this detail. Very real, am I, except for my fictional name. The name was given to me by your author to protect my real identity and more importantly, to protect you from reality.
A couple of other items that should be clarified is that I do, in fact, love salt, although I believe the symbolism is greatly exaggerated by your author to make some obscure point. Your author's new home is, in fact, my home. He really needs to take care of that leaky roof before I take it over, however. And that kitchen is dreadful, especially the lighting. Opposed to what he may or may not think, I'm not a huge fan of the car...but as I stated before, it will do. Cameros are far better, though. I'm sticking to my guns on that particular point.
I'd also like to clarify that bubble thing with respect to time.
Yes. I said that time is more like a series of bubbles, more than it is like a straight line. But I also stated that if he, or anyone else likes the rope analogy, that's okay too, because in reality, time isn't a bubble, nor is it a tightrope. It's not a rope of any kind. It can't be. Time can't be anything other than itself, which is irrelevant in the large scheme of things, and isn't remotely close to what most people believe it is.
If one must think of time as a rope, the tightrope is completely wrong. Think instead of a rope with a lot of slack in it, that's much closer to the truth.
Time is confounding. The one thing I can say with certainty, is that we are all traveling through the concept we have defined as "time." I'm not unique in this way.
Day two-hundred and seventy-one complete.
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