[ WP ] Space expands . As a time traveler , you experience it the weirdest way : the further in the past you go , the bigger you are compared to the people and the environment .

Going back in time is like watching a pebble in a river: the more you wait, the smaller it gets. People now seem so hard and angular, I like going in the past so much, when the society did n't seem to be that complicated and the people could be `` smoother''. Smoother, yes, probably, but certainly smaller. 
 
 The first time, I wondered if I landed in one of those strange cultures of dwarves or if it was just a perception. I now know that the past is tiny. And I traveled to a lot of places, to a lot of times. Each step back making them shorter and each people seeing me bigger. 
 
 Once, just for the sake of the experiment, I wandered in the most dangerous place, the one that no time traveler should visit – this is an unspoken rule that everyone knew long before the time travel was created – and guess what, it was not dangerous at all! The golden age of Earth, when the giant dinosaurs ruled the world, is nothing more than a petting zoo. The mighty T-Rex that scared me in those movies when I was a kid was smaller than me and I scared it back, for once. 
 
 How could I have known after all that the most dangerous time to be was not the one I thought it was? I am dying now, on this unknown date in an uncertain year. I picked it at random, I just thought it would be a good place to rest after the dinosaur fiasco. I calculated my relative height to the locals and guessed I would be just big enough to be considered as a god of some kind, but not too big to be an insuppressible source of fear. And they killed me. 
 
 Of course, to keep my status, I had to participate to a war. I thought I would just scare off the enemy, but someone thought otherwise in the foreign army and did what he could to end my life. That little guy did it with one try. 
 
 What a shame, I liked those little pebbles. I was killed by such a small one that it hurts me to the core. And no one will ever ear about me again. 
 
 Farewell 
 
 Goliath Jones 
 2025 —????
