I no longer find it easy to use the English language. If someone could understand me through the language I speak, that would be helpful. How self-indulgent of me. I'm no longer the cheap imitation of some dream I had a long time ago. I'm real and this is real.
So unless I'm completely misunderstanding it, the Universe is so large and complex that multiple dimensions exist, possibly even in the same space we occupy. We just cant see them. It's also possible that within these dimensions replicas of ourselves may exist. Really, I guess they aren't replicas, rather the real thing just a different version. Bryan 1.01. Either way, an infinite number of these realities exist, to the point where every possible outcome for every possible life occurs. If this is really true, this "Theory of Everything" that means that somewhere, I'm a really happy and well-balanced person. Somewhere I'm rich and successful and I have no worries. Somewhere all the lost and dead people in my life are still there with me. Somewhere, right at this moment I'm getting teary-eyed because I'm so happy. But that also means that somewhere, I'm dead. Maybe even worse. I'm a slave somewhere. Somewhere I'm being tortured or persecuted for things I believe in. Somewhere everyone and everything I've ever known is gone.
Given this is all true, (many scientists actually believe it is; see Strand theory blah blah) could this possibly be how empathy exists? How can a person feel so sympathetic for a holocaust victim never having been through this before? Is it because somewhere we are experiencing this and that in some way we are consciously aware of it? I guess that's a question for someone smarter than me. But if everything that can exist does exist than I guess it's possible.
But how do we get there? Maybe it's not as hard as teleporting to different dimensions or traveling quickly through space. Maybe it's as easy as just doing something differently. In that way the idea of free will remains intact. If life is simply a series of choices to make, then we just live in the reality which we create for ourselves. But where does the choice originate? Are we actually limited by only the choices we can make? I guess if there are an infinite number of possibilities then free will exists through infinity. In that case, does this mean things that are imaginary or speculative actually exist? Like unicorns, vampires, or God? Does the fact that human's ability to conjour such ideas and explain them to others make those things exist? Are things like Bigfoot really simply because some believe it to be real? If they can be discussed and imagined it seems as if SOMETHING about the idea is real. How else could we understand it?
I've been bored lately, found this kind of interesting. Think about what you are doing right now. Think about the purpose of whatever it is you are doing. Think about how what you are doing matters to you or anyone else you know. Think about what would happen if you werent doing that. Think about what would happen if you did not even exist. Nothing would change. You wouldn't be there, but life would keep going. Think about the fact that you do so many things throughout your day that are meaningless, that you won't remember even doing. Those things will never exist. When you are gone, will you be sure you ever really existed? Do we really even exist now? Probably not.
Something interesting, I believe self-deprication has lead me to a whole new level of self-realization. Realization of myself in the sea of everyone else. How I fit in. Me being you, you can empathetically understand my point of view. If you are this person I apologize for the uncomfortable feeling of living, it's actually supposed to be that way.
If there is a God, he seems like a huge dick.
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