Delusional pain hurts just as much as pain from actual trauma. So what if it's all in your head?
People who think about time travel stories sometimes think that going back in time would be fun because you would have all the information you needed to be much more astute than the people there, when the truth is of course you wouldn't.
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What this quote means
This quote suggests that having knowledge from the future does not guarantee better understanding or insight in the past.
In this quote, Octavia E. Butler explores the idea that the allure of time travel and the presumed advantages it would bring—such as possessing advanced knowledge—might not translate into actual wisdom or comprehension of past contexts. It highlights the complexities of understanding human experience, where knowledge alone is not sufficient to navigate the subtleties of time, culture, and human behavior.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about the implications of knowledge, I might reference Butler's thoughts on time travel to illustrate the limits of understanding.
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My characters hope for better lives.
I pecked my stories out two-fingered on the Remington portable typewriter my mother had bought me. I had begged for it when I was ten.
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The lovely thing about writing is, well, two things. One, writing fiction allows us to bring an order to our lives that doesn't exist in real life. And two, it allows us to create human characters that we know better than we will ever know anyone in real life.
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