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Now here's a painting of a landscape Now, the artist who painted that picture Says something is missing. What is it? It is I myself who was part of the landscape I painted So he mentally takes a step backward or 'regresses' And paints a picture of the artist painting a picture of the landscape And still something is missing And that something is still his real self painting the second picture So he 'regresses' further and paints a third A picture of the artist painting a picture of the artist Painting a picture of the landscape And because something is still missing, he paints a fourth and a fifth Until he paints a picture of the artist painting a picture Of the artist painting a picture Of the artist painting a picture of the artist painting a landscape So infinite regression is It is the moment when our artist has regressed to the point of infinity And himself becomes part of the landscape he painted And is both the observer and the observed Well now, in that peculiar condition What would he be observing if he were observing time? He would perceive, Mr. Bonds That time is like a freeway with an infinite number of 'lanes' Time is like a freeway with an infinite number of 'lanes' All leading from the past into the future However, not into the same future A driver in Lane 'A' may crash, while a driver in Lane 'B' survives It follows that a driver, by changing lanes, can change his future Mr. Bonds, I think that time can only be fully be understood By an observer with the Godlike gift of infinite regression Do you believe that? Absolutely. I think it is the only explanation |