Complex Recondition

Dear Planet Earth,

The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.

So begins H. G. Wells’ famous novel The Time Machine. My father used to read it to me every night. It’s one of the few books I really like, and I figured I might as well read something here if no one will talk to me.

The first words seem so simple — well, if you skip “recondite.” They lay out the whole plot right there in the very first sentence. We know who the characters are. We know how the story will be told. We know how complex it will be (did you look up “recondite” yet?).

But in the real world we know nothing. We don’t know why the mole people are attacking us. We don’t know how they have such advanced technology. We don’t know how to fight back. If we can fight back.

In the real world there are no time machines, no easy answers to conflicts beyond our normal understanding of how the world works. We just have to wait for the next chapter.

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2 comments

  1. Suzie

    Your writing is getting better. Sorry no one is talking to you, but have you tried talking to them. Maybe bring someone a coffee, or a cupcake. People like those kinds of things.

    • joesix

      Thanks for the advice. We haven’t had access to a decent cup of coffee for months now, though I’ve never really had any coffee I’d call “decent.” Too much caffeine.

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