Now here’s a painting of a landscape
Now, the artist who painted that picture
Says something is missing. What is it?
It is I myself who was part of the landscape I painted
So he mentally takes a step backward or ‘regresses’
And paints a picture of the artist painting a picture of the landscape
And still something is missing
And that something is still his real self painting the second picture
So he ‘regresses’ further and paints a third
A picture of the artist painting a picture of the artist
Painting a picture of the landscape
And because something is still missing, he paints a fourth and a fifth
Until he paints a picture of the artist painting a picture
Of the artist painting a picture
Of the artist painting a picture of the artist painting a landscape
So infinite regression is
It is the moment when our artist has regressed to the point of infinity
And himself becomes part of the landscape he painted
And is both the observer and the observed
Well now, in that peculiar condition
What would he be observing if he were observing time?
He would perceive, Mr. Bonds
That time is like a freeway with an infinite number of ‘lanes’
Time is like a freeway with an infinite number of ‘lanes’
All leading from the past into the future
However, not into the same future
A driver in Lane ‘A’ may crash, while a driver in Lane ‘B’ survives
It follows that a driver, by changing lanes, can change his future
Mr. Bonds, I think that time can only be fully be understood
By an observer with the Godlike gift of infinite regression
Do you believe that?
Absolutely. I think it is the only explanation.