In searching my brain for a title for this likely odd post, a song came to mind that has nothing whatsoever to do with the topic. But read the title again, with the repeated line of this song in mind:
The first night on my UK trip I had a dream that echoes the first paragraph above in that it (the dream) also had absolutely nothing to do with the UK. Some associates and I were in need of a particular mineral that could only be found somewhere in Alaska. Since we were not in Alaska, we required some method of finding it.
Fortunately, we had at our disposal a quantum mining machine. The great thing about this machine was that it could detect the desired mineral, then use quantum excavating—which was essentially time travel—to relocate the machine to the digging site, obtain the material, and return, though technically it never really left, since it traveled on a quantum level by being in two (or all places from here to there, in between, and back again) at the same time.
In the dream, this made perfect sense, like technology in a sci-fi show that, when they use it, it works, and no one has to explain it. (“Shields up!” “Fire phasers!” “Engage interstellar warp drive!”) I knew how it worked, understanding the quantum time travel (QTT) thing as a given.
And then it got a little weird. As I thought about QTT, it occurred to me that the human mind could harness this as well. We didn’t need the machine because, if we accepted that time was not linear and that all time occurred simultaneously, then we would automatically be in all places and all times at once. This suggested to me that the Big Bang starting the universe, the unraveling of all events, and the eventual collapse of everything back on itself was the Truth of Existence. And if we, as humans, could truly know this, we would abandon the shackles of time, and be free to roam all time at will. It would be the Einsteinian wormhole of time travel, except instead of thinking of space folded over and travelers moving from one side of the paper to the other, like so:
…all existence would just be on the paper surface, accessible to our minds the way print on a page is visible to our eyes, depending on where we look.
About then I woke up, but continued to contemplate the idea. Like satori, a glimpse of enlightenment that shows us the oneness of the universe until we’re aware we know and immediately forget, this idea has continued to intrigue me since I woke.
Now: what to do with the idea?
MUSOFYR 