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The Perfect Plan for Your Life: An Exercise in Futility

The perfect plan for your life is no hard and fast plan at all. Vonnegut is right here…

Plan for your life quote from the book on a graveyard background.

“The truth is, we know so little about life, we don’t really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.”

A Man without a country by kurt vonnegut

Time travel and multiple dimensions, is a common discussion around here. It always has been. There have been heated debates that usually end with one person throwing up their hands and walking away. There was one just yesterday!

It’s never a matter of who’s thinking is right or whether or not you will disappear if you go back in time and accidently kill your grandparent that gets us riled up. Those debates are common. It’s more of a fundamental thing.

Are there, or are there not, multiple dimensions? And if there are, how can there physically be more than one of the same person? Where are these places? Are they places at all, these alternate timelines? Which leads me to think that if there are multiple dimensions, doesn’t that mean there is no physical reality? Is the whole universe just in our collective imagination?

And therein lies the rub: Is there actually no physical reality in the way we think there is? Maybe death is simply the passing between one reality and the next. Why lament its coming? Why be so selfish in struggling to keep the ones you love from experiencing their next reality? Let go.

Vonnegut is right here. We know so little. How can we possibly know that the death of that person is good news or bad news in our future or theirs?

And the same holds true for any moment of change in our lives. If we had chosen X instead of Y, would our lives have been different? Yes. Better? We can’t know. Best to live in the reality we are experiencing whether it is physical or not.

We can’t stand in the now forever. It’s like standing still in a river and thinking you’ve stopped it from flowing.

With each moment there are choices to make that will have an effect on the world around us. And we can’t really know the outcome of any of those choices before we make them. We just make our best guess and go with it.

No regrets. No looking back. No, “What if I had chosen…?” because we can’t know. Even if we could jump into another timeline and see, I assume we’d still have to come back to the one we are from. Otherwise, wouldn’t we just be pushing that consciousness out of its reality? That doesn’t seem nice.

I don’t know, but it’s fun to think about, at least to me it is.

Roll the dice. See what happens. And adjust your thinking. The less we insist on a specific outcome, the better and easier our lives will be.

Sounds defeatist. Just take your lumps. You can’t affect outcomes. That’s not what I mean at all. I mean, make an educated choice, do your best, and enjoy what you get from that. You just don’t know what the future holds.

Cliché. I know. But these things seem to hold true most times. That’s why they are cliché. That bad outcome could end up being the best thing that ever happened to you. Or you’ll just die and move on to the next reality, or nothingness. Nothing to get all worked up over.

I posted about Kurt Vonnegut’s book A Man Without A Country back in February. Go back and take a look.

Have you read it? You can find it on Thriftbooks.com if you haven’t. Leave me a comment what you think about time travel OR the book!

Back In Time

What if you could go back into your own past and watch scenes in the third person?

What would be different if you could experience a scene unbiased by your personal view, as the person you were then or the person you are now?

How much of what we actually remember, even of important events, is wrong? How much of our memory is wrapped up in who we were at the time and what we were personally going through?

Would knowing the objective reality of our personal past change how we feel about it? Would we treat people from our past differently? Would it change our future?

Time Difference

Something strange is going on.

For a long time, I thought new digital clocks were just not made like they used to be. I had the same clock in my room since college. It was your typical digital clock; red numbers, snooze button, brown and black case. It sat there on my dresser for twenty-five years. A power surge was what killed it. It was kind of sad to have to throw it away, like losing an old friend.

I’ve bought several new ones over the years. Two were from the discount store. I clock is a clock, right? I just want to be able to look up when I wake in the night and know I don’t have to get up without having to push any buttons on my phone. I’d bring them home, unwrap them, plug them in, and set the time from the time on my phone, but within a few weeks the time was off. Ten minutes slow.

I didn’t notice it at first, only a couple minutes at a time went missing. I’d get out of the shower and think, “Cool. Ten more minutes. I have time for coffee before I go.” And then I’d walk out into the kitchen, see the clock on the stove and have to run out the door right away. It was frustrating. I hate to rush like that.

I’d set my bedroom clock back to the correct time and go about my business. Maybe the power went out for a minute when I wasn’t home. But then wouldn’t all the clocks be off? I decided it was bad clock and buy a new one.

But now I’m starting to wonder. Is it really a bad clock? Or is something else going on? Could it be that all the clocks are just generally inaccurate like that? The clock in the livingroom and the one on the stove don’t seem to have a problem keeping up.

I think I’ll have to do some experiments.

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