Reading any bit of scrap written in English between ~1850-1950 feels like stumbling upon a lost civilization of 140 IQ geniuses compared to what our elites put out today. Random letters by soldiers show more erudition than Harvard PhDs.
Mythbusters invent time travel.
They then find the timeline where they do. To make sure it happens they must create a fixed point in the time space continuum. 9/11....
There's joy in all things, hidden in between words and pages of a book, found in the sunlight bound between branches on an afternoon walk. Sometimes you just need to peer through the cracks to find it