The novel that couldn’t be written in the way that most novels of the past gave hints of what life would be like in the future. Inadvertent strikes on some behemoth that would become so powerful that it defied expression except by this one so-called time traveler who knotted together the bits and pieces, forming some mammoth interpretation that could never fully expose the great breadth of the apex of time. Yet its essence, despite great impediments, was exposed somewhat by something that seemingly came at the speed of light after nearly sixty years of its experience.