“There are really four dimensions,” begins the narrator of The Time Machine, H. G. Wells’s classic Victorian adventure novel. “Three which we call the three planes of space and a fourth, time.” Humans cannot help but think of time as somehow different, perhaps because, as the narrator muses, we continuously move in one direction along it from the beginning to the end of our lives. “There are really four dimensions,” begins the narrator of The Time Machine, H. G. Wells’s classic Victorian adventure novel. “Three which we call the three planes of space and a fourth, time.” Humans cannot help but think of time as somehow different, perhaps because, as the narrator muses, we continuously move in one direction along it from the beginning to the end of our lives. Ecology Phys.org – latest science and technology news stories