Here’s an interesting question: is this a universe where there is some metaphysical entity that doesn’t allow any object that fulfills the role of a door to be opened, or is it a universe where random chance causes every door to become jammed or otherwise malfunction after being installed?
If we take Everett’s Many Worlds Interpretation to its extreme, is there a universe where doors are useless because the stars align in such a way that doors just coincidentally jam for any number of reasons the moment they’re installed?
Is there a universe where every coin flip ends up being tails? Is there a religion based around this observation? What if we exist in such a universe? What thing do we take for granted which would be considered a random occurrence in another universe?
Someone smarter than me once pointed out that there could be a universe where magic is real only because there’s a group of people who have never had a magical incantation or action fail, purely by chance.
I liked the idea of that to the point that I went on to imagine that there’d be universes where that magic just suddenly stopped working one day because of well overdue regression to the mean and no-one there would have any idea why.
And then you could take that to the extreme: That one universe where the day they finally work out that magic had been random, incredible happenstance the whole time, only for it all to start happening again, just to mess with them.
Newton would have a totally different biography if he didn’t happen to live in the one universe in which apples each and everything fall down and never up.
You wanna get crazier? Am I a million, billion, trillion copies of myself, each with its own timeline; or is there one me experiencing a million, billion, trillion timelines subjectively?
Am I like a leg on a temporal octopus or a tendril of a time slime mold? Is there an invisible puppet master which is aware of all the realities I’m experiencing? If a leg dies, does the central intelligence gain the memories of the leg? Will I experience immortality by merging with the main consciousness when I die? Is it possible for me to communicate with the main consciousness? If so, could I learn how to “swap timelines” with the other "me"s?
Here’s an interesting question: is this a universe where there is some metaphysical entity that doesn’t allow any object that fulfills the role of a door to be opened, or is it a universe where random chance causes every door to become jammed or otherwise malfunction after being installed?
If we take Everett’s Many Worlds Interpretation to its extreme, is there a universe where doors are useless because the stars align in such a way that doors just coincidentally jam for any number of reasons the moment they’re installed?
Is there a universe where every coin flip ends up being tails? Is there a religion based around this observation? What if we exist in such a universe? What thing do we take for granted which would be considered a random occurrence in another universe?
Someone smarter than me once pointed out that there could be a universe where magic is real only because there’s a group of people who have never had a magical incantation or action fail, purely by chance.
I liked the idea of that to the point that I went on to imagine that there’d be universes where that magic just suddenly stopped working one day because of well overdue regression to the mean and no-one there would have any idea why.
And then you could take that to the extreme: That one universe where the day they finally work out that magic had been random, incredible happenstance the whole time, only for it all to start happening again, just to mess with them.
Newton would have a totally different biography if he didn’t happen to live in the one universe in which apples each and everything fall down and never up.
Ok, I’ll take a guess: Morning glory.
There’s no good reason for getting a non-stimulated erection at the same time that you also needs to empty your bladder after a good nights sleep.
Not what I was thinking about, but that works I suppose lol.
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You wanna get crazier? Am I a million, billion, trillion copies of myself, each with its own timeline; or is there one me experiencing a million, billion, trillion timelines subjectively?
Am I like a leg on a temporal octopus or a tendril of a time slime mold? Is there an invisible puppet master which is aware of all the realities I’m experiencing? If a leg dies, does the central intelligence gain the memories of the leg? Will I experience immortality by merging with the main consciousness when I die? Is it possible for me to communicate with the main consciousness? If so, could I learn how to “swap timelines” with the other "me"s?
I think it’s the later. I would provide a source, but I’m currently posting from a universe where no website can work 100% as designed.