Have you ever considered standing on your head?
Somewhere, long ago, I was told by some swami, or other, that if one could stand on one's head for twelve hours straight, that one would overcome time.
An interesting proposition of mystical endeavour, thought I. However, I was not chosen by Kronos to be exempt from such a wonderful liberation as suggested by my dhoti-wearing friend. My head hurt too much.
Fortunately, in the south of the Land of the Mohicans, one of the last of his tribe indicated to me a more subtle exercise which, he maintained, was far more suitable in defying the sands of time than remaining inverted until one became somewhat delirious.
I was told that, for every hour that one went fishing, an extra hour would be added to one's life. Much more up my alley, as his Yankee friends would say. So, I figured out that, if one was to fish for thirteen hours a day, then one should never die. Most achievable, thought I.
My attempt at gaining immortality was brought to a most unfortunate end when I could not go fishing for a whole week as I was requested to follow in the footsteps of an old colleague in the Taklamakan Desert. No fish there. Not even any water.
I tried to catch up upon returning to my island home but found fishing for over 90 hours straight, to be slightly taxing (delirium set in once more), and so had to relinquish all thoughts of eternal release from the machinations of time through that rather relaxing method.
Anway, this may not assist one in grasping things which are over one's head but it could be worth a try.