The question posed, I ponder.
Would I rather be able to visit 100 years in the past or 100 years in the future?
The key word here is visit, meaning I would return to my existing life.
If I chose the past, I would experience what I already know. Some very beneficial aspects have been lost. Wonderful habits we humans once had that in returning to my existing era, I would suffer their loss more acutely. In my life years, I have enough things lost. I hesitate to lengthen my list of sadness.
However for the simple reason of the way women were treated, the past does not appeal to me at all. To witness, women being looked upon as children, inferior to males, who in having emotions needed to be ruled by a man, I don’t think so! That on a male relative’s whim I could be committed to an insane asylum or that it was not possible for me to go to university because that privilege was set aside for my brother, would enrage me into some murderous act. Just the thought of this raises my blood pressure. Nope, the past is not a place where I would like to visit.
And the future? Do I really want to know that the negative forces I observe have taken hold and perhaps have made a wasteland of this earth? Presently, harboring hope that consciousness heightening is happening and this enlightenment will save us from our unconscious habits that threaten to destroy humanity’s home, keeps me content to be right where I am. Do I want to know that in fact we have destroyed each other? I think not.
But what if the future is wonderful? Wouldn’t a visit determining how humanity has changed, offer a pleasant experience?
Maybe. However, my mind suffers me enough without proof of wonderful or wasteland.
For in returning, if it was wonderful, I would have a new longing to suffer. I would now have the truth of how wonderful it could be but isn’t. I would be stuck in this existence yearning for what is in the future.
So, would I rather visit the past or the future?
I am not interested in either.