As I continue to try to write something everyday, it occurs to me the biggest problem with this is I have to write something everyday. That’s a lot of production. I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here. So today I am going to describe some existential musings I have on the nature of existence that make no sense, because I came up with them while on painkillers.
Okay, so my understanding is there are theories with some amount of scientific credibility (more than none) that black holes could act as portals to other universes. Moreover, I understand there is some math which implies that our universe might be contained in a black hole. I am not going to pretend I understand this or could possibly explain or justify it or have any special insight, but hearing these two theories, which sound related, I began to imagine existence as a flat surface honeycombed with holes. Pouring over that surface is honey, which is matter. The surface is elastic, and so deforms from the weight of the honey, but when the honey hits a hole - a black hole - it pours into it. Where does it go? Through the hole into another layer, where there is a new surface filled with holes., which reacts the same way. Thus, every universe is a flat layer filled with holes and honey, dripping into lower and lower universes, but also possibly receiving honey from other universes through theoretical “white holes” which would presumably where the honey from other universes pours in.
That really didn’t take all that long to write. Well, it counts!
I’m gonna try to come up with something better for tomorrow, although I might also end up skipping since I have some family commitments. If I remember and if I can come up with something, though, I’m going to try.
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