Believe it or not, the realization that reality may simply be a two-dimensional representation of a universe elsewhere is actually reassuring. I like thinking that everything around me may be illusory, it helps me relax a little more and not make such a big deal about everything.
If someone came up to you and said, “everything that you’re looking at right now does not exist–everything”, kind of like the movie, The Matrix. I think that the Matrix is a fun science fiction laced, interpretation of a holographic universe and in fact, represents one of the anthropic principle theories–that the universe is just one big computer.
I like merging concepts because that’s what humans are good at. There are people that enjoy having everything seperated but that’s an illusion and they’re basing their reality on that. Everything is connected in one or another but I don’t think that science has clearly or empirically defined all the connections. One of the big scientific endeavors today is to develop the theory of everything or TOE. Why would scientists stay up late at night and often devote their lives to developing a theory of everything? I could be taking things slightly out of context but I believe that it illustrates how much humans want to connect everything in an elegant and synchronous order.
I don’t think it is though. I feel that everything is connected but the shape of the universe is one ragged mess that resembles a complex neural network like the one in our brains rather than outside. The connections in the universe are based largely on how we want to make the connections. In other words, if we want to connect A and X, we will imagine or fabricate the links and eventually create the links if none appear to exist. To an outside obeserver, the connections don’t exist but then again, the outside observer has not been involved in the connection process and is approaching the situation as a critic rather than a participant.
The universe is based largely on expectation. We use all of our senses to shape the universe that we live in and we expect to see certain things in a particular order, whatever preconcieved order that may be or a priori universe.
It’s lunch time, more later.
