Heck! I don't even know where to start! Welcome to 2021. My name is Monica Evans and I really want to keep on writing. For some reason, I need people to have the option to read what I've written. You may be asking yourself, 'Well, then why haven't you been writing here for the last few years?' The answer is, I've been unhappy? Busy? Tired? Yes, yes, and yes. But now I want to continue and I am overwhelmed by the last few years. There was a 'President' I never thought could happen that really took over all our lives. There was a pandemic that changed our lives forever. Things happened that I never would have dreamed of. It makes me well up just thinking about all the things and all the feels I've felt.
This post is going to be a little out there.
I've been thinking a lot about multiverses recently. Not so much about the universes themselves, though that is a very big part, but about the definition of infinite and human's inability to grasp the application of the concept. I think of it like this. Hypothetically, what the multiverse is is infinite versions of everyone, everything, ever, in all the different ways it could be. So, it could be the big stuff, like in my universe, in my world, we believe aliens exist, but have no real, concrete proof of existence. In another universe, we could be part of a federation of planets (Yep! Star Trek reference there). In another universe, we could have had to move to another planet altogether and we had the technology to do so. In yet another universe, we fly the space craft that make another world crazy wondering if aliens do, indeed, exist! All this and all the other ways we could be is difficult for the mind to grasp. Throw in the much, much, smaller stuff and forget about it. I'm talking about things like, in this world I am me exactly as I am, but in another, I have one hair follicle that isn't there. literally everything else in the universe is exactly the same, just that one thing is different in that universe. Repeat all those miniscule and vast differences, adding and subtracting and then all the variations that could exist in any given universe and you have infinity.
But is it?
For our brains, yes. It is infinite. We simply cannot possibly imagine the amount of universes out there. But it is finite. There are a finite number of me with one less, or one more hair follicle. A finite number of variations on a theme. But the number is one that doesn't exist to our brains. We simply cannot comprehend it. It is, indeed, infinite.
I imagine there are an infinite number of books out there talking about this exact thing better than I ever could. But damn, it's interesting stuff.
Here's a quick, fun read about infinity facts. Thanks for indulging me!
Let’s say there is an infinite number of universes and I exist in every one of them, but with an infinitesimal difference in each replica of me. So not only would I have one less or one more hair follicle in each one, there would be an infinitesimal difference in my psyche from universe to universe. This makes for an interesting possibility, namely that there is no such thing as morality. Why? If I exist in every possible universe, then in some I’ll be a pretty decent human being, much as I am now. But in others, not so much. In others I’ll be a not so decent human being. I could be another Hitler. Make that would be, rather than could be, because if I’m going to exist in every possible way, that has to include Hitler and Genghis Kahn at one end of the scale and Mother Teresa and Albert Schweitzer at the other end. I won’t be them, but I’ll be like them. There’s no getting around this. If I can’t exercise free will and choose not to be another Hitler, then morality has no place.
ReplyDeleteOn a lighter note, I read this comment the other day: “Of course I believe in free will! I have no choice!”