The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way--marking the points with a lean forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it) and his fecundity.
"People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is" said the Time Traveller. "Then what is it?" I asked. "Complicated" he replied, to which I responded "Tell me." "Very complicated." he elaborated. Unhappy with this explanation, I pushed for more detail. Finally he capitulated. "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey... stuff."
Use your own time machine to travel a short way into the future and find the cache. The speed of time travel is up to you, but I suggest sticking to the recommended 3,600,000 milliseconds per hour. Even at that speed it will take you a while to solve, so relax and enjoy the ride. Good luck!
