It seems impossible to some, but we do it
all the time much of the time: travel through space-time as if it were one thing. With all due respect for those others here’s a newsflash: it is one thing.
It is Thursday afternoon by a clock in Paris, Texas and it is morning or evening elsewhere, but I need to write my wish to you today, for tomorrow.
Tomorrow when Sabbath comes here, and later there, I will be >9000 meters above sea level, flying above one of the states: anticipation, calm, hopefulness—one of those states. It won’t be a state of fear, regardless, I am too far above that one even to be aware of it, and that is without presumption, believe me.
So, I will be flying high tomorrow after I send this today.
And I will be there even though right now I am here.
Shabbat Shalom . . .