Space expands like bread expands, everywhere all at once. Your galaxies are like raisins in that bread. The space around them is carrying them while it expands. This means it’s pretty much guaranteed, you’ll eventually be gaining distance from all other galaxies faster than the speed of light. Because the distance isn’t a function of speed, but growth — so it can go faster than c. You, however, can never go faster than c. So, the picture is right.
You go through TSA at the space ports before boarding the ship. The only thing different about going through a wormhole is a bit of turbulence, some spaghettification, and the unverifiable possibility that the physical organism which gets reconstituted on the other side is merely an empty vessel programmed to unconsciously imitate your habits and mannerisms, while the conscious entity that is you actually perished upon the dissolution of your original body.
unverifiable possibility that the physical organism which gets reconstituted on the other side is merely an empty vessel programmed to unconsciously imitate your habits and mannerisms
Is that a theory about anesthesia? I haven’t heard about that.
I’m referring to ideas about teleportation and time travel, in which the physical organism dissolves and is reconstituted, and appears to be alive and conscious on the other side, but the actual conscious entity died upon dissolution and was not resurrected upon reconstitution.
Yes, it’s a very similar idea with anesthesia. It uses the same regard for self as being something more than just a meat bag in motion. Anesthesia is understood as a reversible suppression of consciousness, memory, sensation, and awareness. If consciousness completely disappears, how do we know the subjective “you” that wakes up is identical to the one that went under?
Now that’s got me spooked out about how could I know if I’m even the same person moment-to-moment, or what if every blink of the eye or beat of the hard represents a granular moment in time in which a unique conscious entity that has never arisen before nor ever will again flows in and out of existence, like the flame of a candle which continuously renews itself even as the heat and light of one moments dissipates out into empty space the next; with all the memories of the conscious entities that inhabited the space behind my eyes before it, yet with no true ontological continuity between them?
It is spooky but less so if you subscribe to a more procedural version of consciousness. The phenomenon of phenomenology may mislead us about what the self is.
Space expands like bread expands, everywhere all at once. Your galaxies are like raisins in that bread. The space around them is carrying them while it expands. This means it’s pretty much guaranteed, you’ll eventually be gaining distance from all other galaxies faster than the speed of light. Because the distance isn’t a function of speed, but growth — so it can go faster than c. You, however, can never go faster than c. So, the picture is right.
Just invent wormholes to access hyperspace, and cross the universe in one step
I don’t think you want to deal with wormhole TSA, friend.
You go through TSA at the space ports before boarding the ship. The only thing different about going through a wormhole is a bit of turbulence, some spaghettification, and the unverifiable possibility that the physical organism which gets reconstituted on the other side is merely an empty vessel programmed to unconsciously imitate your habits and mannerisms, while the conscious entity that is you actually perished upon the dissolution of your original body.
Oh yeah, I’ve tried anesthesia before.
Is that a theory about anesthesia? I haven’t heard about that.
I’m referring to ideas about teleportation and time travel, in which the physical organism dissolves and is reconstituted, and appears to be alive and conscious on the other side, but the actual conscious entity died upon dissolution and was not resurrected upon reconstitution.
Yes, it’s a very similar idea with anesthesia. It uses the same regard for self as being something more than just a meat bag in motion. Anesthesia is understood as a reversible suppression of consciousness, memory, sensation, and awareness. If consciousness completely disappears, how do we know the subjective “you” that wakes up is identical to the one that went under?
Now that’s got me spooked out about how could I know if I’m even the same person moment-to-moment, or what if every blink of the eye or beat of the hard represents a granular moment in time in which a unique conscious entity that has never arisen before nor ever will again flows in and out of existence, like the flame of a candle which continuously renews itself even as the heat and light of one moments dissipates out into empty space the next; with all the memories of the conscious entities that inhabited the space behind my eyes before it, yet with no true ontological continuity between them?
It is spooky but less so if you subscribe to a more procedural version of consciousness. The phenomenon of phenomenology may mislead us about what the self is.