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Changes...
Ailz told me about a couple of famous people who had died. Now that I no longer look at newspapers I tend to lag behind the times. I try to remember who she said. It takes a moment or two.
One was Vivien Westwood, the other was...erm... Pele. The woman who dressed the punks and the greatest footballer of all time.
With every such death the world changes. A world without those two people in it is a different world from the one in which they still existed.
Here's what Bashar says. It's not that the world changes, it's that we move from one version of he world to another slightly different version. It's something we're doing all the time- and there are infinite versions of the world in existence- in all of which there are versions of ourselves going about our business. I find this hard to comprehend- though fiction writers have been playing with the idea for a while now- getting us accustomed to it- and todays SF is often tomorrow's universally accepted truth. It may help if one thinks of the world as a simulation- a video game, a role playing game- in which one gets to experience all the possible outcomes of every choice one makes. All the variations are experienced as real but none of them actually is. If this is how things work it would explain the Mandela effect...
2022- at least the version of it I'm living at this instant- is ending in greyness and wetness. I have nothing in particular I need to be doing. The past 12 months were full of incident. I don't expect 2023 to be any less exciting...
One was Vivien Westwood, the other was...erm... Pele. The woman who dressed the punks and the greatest footballer of all time.
With every such death the world changes. A world without those two people in it is a different world from the one in which they still existed.
Here's what Bashar says. It's not that the world changes, it's that we move from one version of he world to another slightly different version. It's something we're doing all the time- and there are infinite versions of the world in existence- in all of which there are versions of ourselves going about our business. I find this hard to comprehend- though fiction writers have been playing with the idea for a while now- getting us accustomed to it- and todays SF is often tomorrow's universally accepted truth. It may help if one thinks of the world as a simulation- a video game, a role playing game- in which one gets to experience all the possible outcomes of every choice one makes. All the variations are experienced as real but none of them actually is. If this is how things work it would explain the Mandela effect...
2022- at least the version of it I'm living at this instant- is ending in greyness and wetness. I have nothing in particular I need to be doing. The past 12 months were full of incident. I don't expect 2023 to be any less exciting...