Time May Be Considered As A Helix of Semi-Precious Stones...

...but reality must be considered as a Moebius strip.

It is a morning for random thoughts.

I first had this realization about reality, when a mother came into the bookstore where I occasionally work, looking for a book for her high school student. Well, not a book, actually, but the Cliff Notes for the book, that bane of every English teacher that we all know the students use whenever possible. And still not a book, or even the printed version of the Cliff Notes of the book, but the audio version of the Cliff Notes of the book. And the book her daughter was avoiding reading, at all possible costs?

Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury.

The news reported the next day that irony, already having been imprisoned by reality, was caught trying to hang itself in its cell. Although cut down in time, it was inconsolable, and has since been on suicide watch.

And that's when I knew reality was really just a Moebius strip, twisted back upon itself, and having only one surface....