I had a Groundhog Day-like dream last night. The same day repeated again and again.
It was a more precarious and intense day than Bill Murray’s character experiences in the classic film, but the premise was otherwise the same:
The same day, in the same town, again and again. No matter what happened during that day, I started the day over every morning in the same place, in the same condition as when I started.
Here is what I learned:
Bill Murray’s character was crazy to want to escape this day. An eternal, consequence-free existence of endless possibilities was amazing.
Perhaps after a century or two, the novelty would wear off, but for a solid 100-200 years, the endless possibilities and consequence-free lifestyle are something I would take in a heartbeat.
Universe?
