Not a skeptic, nor a cynical prick, I am. Yet I detest the fantacy of travelling back on the time. It as absurd as it can be, in all possible way slash ways. (Here I would like to put forward a body language, to emphasise. By lifting two of my fingers, from both the palms making a quotation marks and stressing the last sentence.)
Being a pramatic, and a practically speaking(Be a realist) . Why would anyone in a sane mind will travel back to the past... duh!! (Of course, if you are guilty or have wronged or was wronged and anything too scaring that you want to set correct. May be you don't fit in. May be you want to change the world. Or something too personal, to see a loved one. Good for you. I respectfully disagree.)
Is now too scorned and you feel like an alien? Or is it that one feels the old days were more merrier than today or the future to come?
Travelling back in to the past is a form of denial, to exist in the present. A denial of self acceptance.A perpetual food that mind cooks up, at times of stagnation from/ in life. To seek an utopia, bored out of proportion in mundane and tasteless life that exists NOW. Yes, NOW. ( Same expression of body-language, dipicted above).
The past, as not what is that which is inside ones head; past is boring in reality. Would you give the comfort of modernisation? The smartphone, the online shopping, the longevity given by the modern medicine, the peaceful time we live in. The power and the freedom that an average man/women/ person, relishes this time as of now.
The ease with which we travel. The less crime rates. The easy acess to information and so on...
Only if you are willing to give up all things mentioned and more that is not visualised above, you must then travel.
There is nothing for us in the past. And travelling in or dwelling in the past.
An average human has enough flow of information and way and intellect( i mean intellect as of understanding of the worldly knowledge, well there are no witches, and Earth revolves round the Sun.) than any well informed person/persons of the past.
Why would any one want to travel to the past? I find it humorous, to seek or even fantasise about travelling back to past.
The way of thinking must be to dream about the future; to predict and to create. That. is where the marvel of imagination lies. The fantasy is to travel to the future.
To the possibility...
(Open for criticism. And do mention typos.)
(end of part i)