Granny's interview
Granny meets H.G. Wells
Granny's notes
He stepped into the room with a gaze that seemed to search far beyond the walls, as if he were constantly scanning the horizon. There is an incredible sharpness to his intellect, but also a deep, fatherly care. He speaks of the universe not to make us feel small, but to remind us how miraculous it is that we exist at all.
Granny reaches forward and places a small, bound book on the table between them.
Welcome into the warmth, Mr. Wells. I see you are looking at the clock on the mantelpiece. You have written so much about time and the future—how does it feel to sit here and speak with guests from a time you could only dream of?
Wells lets his fingers rest lightly against a brass compass on the table and smiles with genuine wonder.
It is the very definition of a miracle, dear lady. I spent my life looking up at the stars, wondering who would gaze at them after me. To sit here now, across the great river of time, fills me with an almost overwhelming awe for the human spirit.
Many who come to us here at lovOne are frightened by time. They feel it moves too fast, that they are losing the ones they love, and that everything simply fades away. What do you say to those who mourn the passing of time?
He leans forward, and his gaze becomes infinitely gentle.
That they must remember time is merely a fourth dimension, a room we move through. Nothing disappears forever. The people we have loved, and the moments we have shared, still exist, unchanging and beautiful in the past. We simply cannot walk into that room right now. Sorrow is just the price of having lived there.
That was beautifully said. But what of the future? You foresaw so much, both wonders and wars. Today, many guests are anxious about tomorrow. How does one find hope when the world seems dark?
He points to the candle between them with a comforting smile.
By remembering how far we have already come. We are children of stardust who have learned to think and to love. Humanity has always stood at the edge of the abyss and looked down—but so far, we have always chosen to build a bridge. The darkness is only there to remind us to turn on the light.
Some, however, feel very small and insignificant amidst all this vastness. They feel they are not enough.
Small? My dear, every human heart holds as much complexity as the universe that created it. That a human being can feel sorrow, joy, and wonder at all makes them the eyes and ears of the cosmos. There is nothing insignificant about a life lived with love.
If a time-traveling guest steps into your room here in lovOne, what do you hope you will talk about?
He rises slowly and gazes out at the night sky through the small window.
I hope they will tell me about their dreams for the world to come. And if they are tired, I hope they will sit down here, look through my telescope, and remember that even the greatest storms on Earth look like peaceful clouds from the stars.