Free Only Good Men Deserve Yesterday by Arno Le Roux

Synopsis : We are all absolutely unique and
rigid in our personal and preferred approach to problem solving as
well as our bias opinions on what constitutes possible , just and ethical . Yet, our reactions to an
imminent threat, if immense enough in its proportion, strangely, as
if by a shared genetic trait, somehow teaches that we may be
hardwired to unite against a common threat. Only during brief
flashing periods are we forced to unite under a shared umbrella of
a new and inescapable reality. Fine dotted lines that have mapped
history, made up the bridges to indicate that when groups and
civilisations are forced to drop the egos that cause judgement, the
privileges that make us seem different, and those single superior ways of doing
things, we can indeed unite. But of course, when we inspect these
events closely, at the very heart of it, we learn that it all went
hand in hand with major upheavals and upsetting of comforts and
sometimes a threat to the survival of the collective, never just a
threat to a single person or group or faction.
     
    From
an early age we make peace with the apparent fact that we move
forward, no faster and no slower than that ticking clock on the
kitchen wall, and that there is an underlying feeling that
everything that will be, will be anyway, sometimes we feel this is
the case, with or without our contribution...,
maybe.
     
    Maybe the clock on the kitchen wall was the biggest fact or
illusion, depending where the disillusioned masses found themselves
when news eventually filtered down that a Solar flare of all
things, united even those amidst a horrific religious war that had
been raging for a decade. The clock on the kitchen wall was
designed to tick only in one direction. Clockwise only, on and on
and on. This is the one way train ride in line with the system of
ageing in which we breathe and think and walk in. Always forward
never backward. Living forward, aging daily over time, and on the
way we have several appointments with the beacons of the plans we
had made. Some beacons were as good as expected or even
surprisingly better and others alter our reality in a most
unpleasant way. We see and feel how never move anti-clockwise,
never backward, and that we are not getting any younger. This is
the main truth that holds the realm of impossibilities together. It
isn't a mere notion or belief, but an absolute irrefutable fact
that we can never visit yesterday again. Or so we are conditioned,
just like the clock on the kitchen wall. So, as we store up our
vast memories, both delightful and horrid things of all that cannot
be experienced again, we continuously expand the realm, of what cannot be visited ,
and what cannot be undone. The realm of
impossibilities of our existence was maybe
designed by a great and ancient architect to magnetise us towards
the clockwise motioned arms of the clock. Glued to each and every
second of this hour, up to when we read these very words. If we
were told for long enough by enough respected authorities and
people, that we cannot turn this page back, but only page forward,
would we believe it and not bother, or in the face of certain
demise, would we test this widely held truth? For some, it is not a
question of “can we”, but rather, “what do we do knowing that we
can?”

Prologue:

    November 16th, 2018. Two men on different time lines and
continents apart, were trying to make sense of their
surroundings.
     
    In
Tibet in a dark wooden 1000 year old monastery, perched on the very
edge of a high smooth vertical cliff and obscured by thick white
clouds, an overwhelmed monk looked down after his morning
meditation and gradually absorbed his reality of his wrinkled and
stiff hands that he opened and closed. In awe he looked down at his
quite out of place silver wrist watch on which the tiny candles’
reflections were dancing in delight. After adjusting the watch
strap a little looser, he looked at the time again. Is was a minute
later and the second indicator