Shatterheart wrote:Sarcasm is like a butt...everyone has some...and some need to be kicked.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
samurai1986 wrote:Have you ever heard of the bible code?
Have you ever heard of the bible code?
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
saint wrote:So if you could travel at the speed of light for a long enough time, then you would travel "into the future." Actually its just that time would be moving differently for you than for the others not moving at the speed of light.
saint wrote:(Like on the small scale of the Mir cosmonaut, who after his year(s) of duty on the space station was .003 seconds ahead of the time of people on the earths surface).
saint wrote:One idea is to travel at the speed of light in an area where Space is bent, such as the area around a black hole. So while you are traveling at the speed of light, thanks to the bent space it seems even faster to those outside of the bend. That is one "possibility" for traveling BACK in time.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
Light? What? Are you trying to say that light, its self, transcends time? If you could travel at the speed of light, you would just be really far away, really fast. (seat belts required)
Azier the Swordsman wrote:Time itself does not exist. It is only a measurement.
The ball's originating point which was the guy in the car was thrown at a much faster velocity therefore it ended up at the destination quicker. That destination point would be the guy on the side of the road. But alas, the destination or target if I must say already existed.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
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