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My First Flight Was A Shipwreck - Is there Time For More?

Am I In Time?

  My first flight?  In my time machine you mean? Yeah, I was REALLY astounded by the tech, but it was old tech to everybody else.  It'll be a long time before I can connect with all the mystery involved in this, I don't even know if it makes any sense talking about how long it's gonna take when you're talking about a time machine though.    I couldn't even BEGIN to explain how it's changed my view of travel! 



Classical Conditioning.

As a little boy I respond better to positive reinforcement than negative.  I detest rules and laws.  I can't stand to be told what to do - what I SHOULD do - what I OUGHTA' do.  If I don't do what I'm told might I go to hell?  Might the boogie man get me?  As a child I don't believe in hell or the boogie beings.  No behavioral deterrent.  I rebel.  Maybe if I'm not pressured, as I am now, as a child, I won't rebel against the lies of retribution and be more prepared to deal with the terrifying boogies and hells of adulthood.  But, as a little boy I respond positively to happiness, to joy - I believe in Santa Clause.  I try to be nice, not naughty, for Him.

Seems like this should be the segway to the discussion of somthin'.



Survival Is My Middle Name!

I don't know how much good I would be to the group in a shipwreck.  I don't play well with others!  (Hey!  Leave me alone!)  I can take excellent care of myself.  Maybe they should just secretly watch me and try to copy.