The NeoAtlantis Project
As we sit here, we’re hurtling around the Earth at just over one thousand Kilometers Per Hour. The earth is racing around the sun at just under thirty Kilometers Per Second. The solar system rotates around the galactic center at about two-hundred-twenty kilometers per second. Our Milky Way Galaxy is rocketing away from the Big Bang at three-hundred Kilometers per second. The whole universe is careening forward through time, a fourth dimensional line drawn from the beginning to the present. Every second, an uncountable number of divergent brances occur in our timeline with the divergence of probablility, so our 4th dimensional line becomes a 5th dimensional tree. Each of these brances grows brances, and they too grow brances, and so on ad infinitum. Some of these brances are quite similar to their neighbors and sometimes recombine. some limbs of brances are so distant from ours as to be utterly fantastical in comparison to our reality. some far off brances might still contain dinosaurs. in yet others humankind may be enslaved by giants who fly around in A-10s. Preposterous things, but wholly possible. one atom zigged here and it zagged there, the waveforms of matter collapse a little differently, add in a few million years of chaos theory and WHAM! Bugs Bunny is the dominant form of life in that branch of reality.
All of that is the easy stuff. now the fun bits. That tree I was describing? It’s a real thing. It’s not a metaphor, there really is a tree. now, we can’t go and see it; matter as we know it can’t exist there. But it’s real. And it probably shouldn’t be. All observations point to the idea that maybe it’s an artificial construction. No no, the universe isn’t an artificial construction, but it looks like someone designed a big “model” of fifth dimensional space. Some folks even speculate that there are other trees out there, for totally different universes. like, places where the laws of nature are different and the dimensions wrap together in silly other ways. Funny thing though, it appears to also function as a switchboard. Not from one tree to another mind you, but definitely from branch to branch. we know that gravity travels from branch to branch no problem. we think maybe some other stuff can too. but as far as jumping outta the universe and going and seeing the universe where you’re a billionaire child inventor, forget about it. nothing can survive out there that isn’t a quantum closed loop. there’s no magnetism, no strong or weak nuclear forces. You’d just fly apart. and forget visiting the past, it’s frozen. yep, we thought we could travel through time.
The past is just a snapshot, no temporal energy; no energy at all for that matter! just a frozen snapshot. every moment of time is captured in a universal screenshot. the negatives for all possibility are what make the branches and limbs of our tree. we live in the shining point at the very tip. we inhabit the growing buds on the edges of these precarious threads of past moments and unresolved probability. so, we can’t go forward either. ahead of us is this big murk. well, not really a murk, it’s incredibly bright! full of possiblilty and potential. but it’s formless. it’s what surrounds the tree; this energy seems to be utterly unlike any quality of anything within our universe, though it’s what our universe is made of. it has to be. this murky, bright, proto-stuff responds real well to patterns, and that’s good. because it remakes our universe some odd one-hundred-million-million-million-million-million-million-million times per second.
the universe is created and destroyed one-hundred-tredecillion times per second. (btw, that’s totally a real number.)
Let’s say you get stuck in time, just the smallest fraction of a second. What happens? The Langoliers come to get you. But they’re much more terrible than rice-krispies monsters. all the matter and energy of the universe burns. and brightly. and instantly. this incandescence trailing our fourth dimensional being is like the flash that suspends those screenshots. some folks think it’s what keeps us hurtling forward through time, like the jet of a rocket. so now we have a bunch of ideas, but let’s put them togehter with some names and see if we can make some sense of it all.
- Pre-space where we live. everything you’ll probably ever see with your own two eyes is here
- Proto-space The infinite murk that re-creates us. pure potentia
- Sub-space The infernal incandescence that destroys us. The universal dump.
- Null-space The screenshots left behind. an endless realm of absolute zero.
- True-space This is the realm of the tree, floating out in Proto-space beyond our local boundaries. it’s big. and i mean on astronomical scales; truly massive.
- Post-space Don’t worry about this one, it’s here so relativity doesn’t fall flat on it’s face. incredibly dangerous stuff too; teleportation, space-time wormholes. icky stuff.