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Three turns should do it, I think.....

T is for Time-Turner.....





"My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do. I mark the hours every one nor have I yet outrun the sun."


Hermione was certainly a lucky girl when she was entrusted with so sensitive an object. Being able to travel back in time to complete all the tasks/projects/events that you would normally have to choose between, as it is impossible to be in two places at once, would certainly eliminate the guilt-ridden discouragement that so often comes when we aren't able to fulfill all the demands placed on our time. 


Case in point, as I type this-- a day late and within an hour of running into the day for the 'U' post-- I could definitely have made good use of a Time-Turner this weekend....


How many turns would it take for you to go back and do all the things left undone? 


Wonder if Hermione would let me borrow hers? Though I doubt only three turns would suffice....

Comments

  1. I think I would easily become dependent upon it. Constantly returning to the same time period over and over and over, forgetting to move forward. Not unlike an alcoholic. In this sense I think I'm better off without a time turner, even though it would be great to have more hours in a day. Maybe if there was some built in limit to how much you could use it within a certain time frame?

    Though, knowing humans, we'd probably just fill up our days even more, banking on the fact that we could just go back with our time turner if it were necessary.

    Sorry, long comment :P It was a very though provoking post!

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  2. I don't think I'd want a time turner - it would lead to the expectation that I get everything right, if not the first time, then the second.... or the twenty-second. Remember the movie "Back to the Future"? - it would be like that, but there'd be no one to cancel you after the 3rd sequel!!

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  3. I think if I had one, I'd be afraid to use it. I look at the wonderful things in my life, and I wouldn't risk one of them to set some old wrong right, or have a second go at a missed opportunity.

    Though a second crack at the Easter candy might be nice...

    Best,
    Joe
    v: voices from the past

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