“So: if you buy the notion that reality consists of the things in your freeze-frame mental image right now, and if you agree that your now is no more valid than the now of someone located far away in space who can move freely, then reality encompasses all of the events in spacetime.
I blogged the above as my “Quote For The Day” yesterday after reading it several times over, attempting to wrap my brain around the *reality* of Mr. Greene’s statement. Something in my head keeps bulking at acceptance. I know reality is not what we believe it to be, but is it “all events is spacetime?” Can one person’s reality be the same reality as a star so far away we don’t yet know of it’s existence? Accepting that means accepting our reality is not really our own, but instead is the reality of the Universe.
Would that distance star’s reality be the same as my reality? Does it accept the cars and 9 to 5s and the joy of the family? I’ve always believed that everyone’s reality is different. I don’t go so far as to insist that whatever I can see and feel and taste and know is the only reality available. I’m more of the mind that all people live in the same general reality, just as all stones live in the same reality, animals in their own, rivers and seas in yet another reality. Parallel universes, maybe, overlapping and connect at all points yet still separate.
Do I know the reality of a stone? I can imagine, but I can never know.
Somewhere in all these separate realities there has to be something, a spark of some unknown magic or science, that binds all realities together, bonding everything into one. Where? Is it invisible? Is it even really there?
I know I am made of star-stuff, so does that means the star is made of my-stuff? What if we are all one? I am the star and the star is me. I am the river and the river is me. Is this, then, all a dream? Is the star inside me dreaming or am I dreaming inside the star?
Or, maybe, the reality is both are true?