I have been reading, only slowly and without much absorption, about the electric universe. I don’t plunge into such projects expecting immediate comprehension. The subject matter is complex, and only slowly does any of it begin to penetrate the thick hide of the accountant.
Still, it is a joy to read very difficult material, even if most of it is bouncing off that hard outer surface. (As the late Tom Magliozzi of Car Talk fame said, he was a member of Densa, not Mensa.)
One of the books I chose is called The Big Bang Never Happened, by Eric J. Lerner (1992). It’s a very difficult book, but I have stuck with it. It has within it an unexpected reward.
“By denying progressive time, physics denies not only the consciousness of the physicists themselves but also the possibility of explaining the universe without recourse to the supernatural. Also, by denying human consciousness – the fundamental basis of all human experiences as an object of science, even in principle – modern physics draws a gigantic chasm between the way physicists observe the world and the way most people do.”
That is a big thought. Here is a smaller one that resonates deeply with me. On Earth, time moves forward. Einstein famously made time another dimension, in effect denying its existence. Why should time move forward on Earth, but not in the universe?
Einstein was wrong. Time is progressive everywhere. There is a past, present, and a future. We cannot change the past, but can affect the future by our actions. This opens the door to ethics, law, actions and accountability, and even for the religious experience. There is right and wrong, good and evil, which might even exist without our defining them. Because time is real, we are not powerless. Indeed, there may even be a reason for our existence.
All of this flows from that simple notion. We can only experience time, but can never go back or forward. The movie industry just suffered a huge jolt.
I was so moved by this simple concept that I thought it perhaps no accident that we exist and are self-aware. We are the natural product of a universe that moves forward from chaos to order (with many fits and starts in the process). Ergo, entropy is also wrong. We are becoming more complex beings. Aging is a process of accumulating wisdom and knowledge over time, but to what end? For nothing? Perhaps not!
Perhaps our experience on Earth is merely prelude to more and even, dare I say, better ones? I cannot know, of course. But by Lerner’s wisdom I have new insight, new hope for a brighter future. I have a warmth in my soul that supersedes earthly trials and tribulations.
That is quite a nice outcome from what seemed at first a dreary project!
It was only a few years ago that Straight and I sat down with Dave McGowan’s book, Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon. I felt up against a brick wall, not knowing what to make of it. I made a conscious decision to push forward even as the subject matter seemed unfathomable. We asked hard questions without apparent answers. We had a breakthrough or two, and gradually a new world unfolded, one in which all if our musicians and actors and politicians, corporate executives and judges and news readers are merely actors on a stage. The aristocracy of old did not vanish, but rather merely blended into the tapestry that surrounds us. That led to new insights. Where once I was a face-chopping fool, I settled down into a higher awareness, excited that even better things awaited.
There were long periods of new but unexciting, even expected discoveries. Of course Columbine, Waco, Tiananmen and Jonestown were fake, as are all the mass shootings. It is all TBMC, Trauma-Based Mind Control. That became the working premise, and frankly, it gets a little boring. I rarely pay attention to these things anymore. Once I see the magic numbers, 8, 11 and 33, I move on.
But this latest realization is, for me, profound. When I was 20, the ability to run like the wind was all that mattered. When I was 40, I realized my body was starting to wear down, but new interests and activities arose. When I was 45 I met my current wife, the beginning of a fairy tale. Now at 68 I am excited by the idea that I might know her still in the next phase of this existence in this universe that is without beginning and without end. That is my hope.
Is it not funny how the change of one little concept can open up a new universe? Time is a constant everywhere, and there is no power anywhere in the universe that can change it.