Here I slap the universe then shake its hand (aka: If anybody can do psychology, then anybody can do physics [skipping the math])

 

👽   If there were planet- or galaxy-sized aliens, would their scientists determine that the smallest detectable particle was fifty thousand miles across?

👽   If there were quark-sized aliens, would their scientists discover particles infinites­imally smaller than the naked eye can see?

👽   Today’s theory is that the universe doesn’t exist, is impossible. There is no compre­hend­ing “smallest” or “largest.” There is no compre­hending “beginning” or “end.” These concepts make no sense in the mind and in reality. There is no compre­hending fundamental particles whose energy derives from themselves and is essentially timeless. Now, it may seem that Des­cartes’ logic ruins this theory: Denying that anything exists presupposes something existing which is doing the denying. But there’s no reason to accept that circular reason­ing. Some­thing came from nothing, as Lawrence Krauss said? Something is nothing. (I realize this theory is a contemptuous affront, a dare: “Show me I’m wrong, universe!”)

👽   The only solid alternative to this theory is that the quantum population, so Uncertain, so baffling, decided to let us live in our ignorance and our translucent science – a kind of détente. They are the quiddity, we are the illusion. We don’t bother their random (-seeming) move­ments and their inscrutable identities, and they don’t disrupt our gross world. I believe they could if they wanted to. Their particles might all march in lockstep. They could forsake camarad­erie and cohesion. They could get tired, peter out, go on vacation, retire.

👽   It may be my self-limiting dysthymia that makes me see the cosmos this way, where God is stumped (“Where did I come from?”) and bored (“I’m . . . everything!”), and where the most highly advanced aliens and we would, after First Contact and a thousand conver­sations, end up staring at each other across a café table, tapping our fingers, wondering at the unknowable.

👽   It would be interesting if nothing existed. Or if Mystery were the ingredient of nature. That’s my second and favorite theory: It changes dysthymia, creates curiosity and awe.