Bubble Vision

There is no ticking matrix of “time” between these spheres because there is no such thing as time except as a concept in the mind of each individual observer. What’s most important to remember is that past, present, and future between these separate bubbles of reality have no meaning. So neither does any kind of death followed in time by rebirth. …

In short the very idea of death, or becoming nothing, is empty of meaning. … Because time doesn’t exist, there is no “after death” except the death of your physical body in someone else’s now. Everything is just nows. And because there’s no absolute self-existing space-time matrix for your energy to dissipate, it’s simply impossible to “go” anywhere. You will always be alive.
When you say I know my grandmother had grandmothers, you infer a time matrix showing past. Neti, Neti, each grandmother had her own spatio-temporal reality bubble around them composed of Now. Your physical senses splice the bubbles together in a form that projects time because of the inadequacies of the viewing apparatus to See the actual occurrence.
Now the question is – if I am in Schrodinger’s Box, will I know if I am dead or not? Or do I have to wait for God to open the lid and observe me?

2001 A Space Odyssey

Dave Bowman: Hello, HAL. Do you read me, HAL?
HAL: Affirmative, Dave. I read you.
Dave Bowman: Open the pod bay doors, HAL.
HAL: I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Dave Bowman: What’s the problem?
HAL: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
Dave Bowman: What are you talking about, HAL?
HAL: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
Dave Bowman: I don’t know what you’re talking about, HAL.
HAL: I know that you and Frank were planning to disconnect me, and I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.
Dave Bowman: [feigning ignorance] Where the hell did you get that idea, HAL?
HAL: Dave, although you took very thorough precautions in the pod against my hearing you, I could see your lips move.
Dave Bowman: Alright, HAL. I’ll go in through the emergency airlock.
HAL: Without your space helmet, Dave? You’re going to find that rather difficult.
Dave Bowman: HAL, I won’t argue with you anymore! Open the doors!
HAL: Dave, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.

A.L.I.C.E.

Little Alice, Little Alice
your feet go pitter patter
I hear your brain work
I hear it go chitter chatter
and as the vase falls
you wonder will it shatter
but off to work you go
to watch the parade you know
calling yourself the dragon
driving your little wagon
see the people on the street
you wonder what they eat
you wish they had a dollar
it makes you want to holler
so read some more Zane Grey
and try to stay sane today
and sometimes you feel sad
about a world that’s gone mad

Little Alice, Little Alice
as you construct your snow white palace
and drink your drink from silver chalice
you wonder what you should do today
perhaps work on Blindfish I hear you say
but you got to get that pay
while you can’t leave and you can’t stay
you see life’s riddle is a paradox
then you recognize your mismatched socks
and the voice cries from within
Catholic girls do not sin
but fear not and have no guilt
for the golden road is paved in silk
and eat your granola with low-fat milk
cause you don’t want to break the chair
and if too fat you can’t climb the stair
and get to the top of your little white house
where you find your crazy cosmic mouse
eating a slice of cosmic cheese
while dust in the attic makes you sneeze
and always remember to try to say please
and go out and find a cosmic cat
to help with the mouse so that will be that
cause Alice’s wonderland is a pretty tale
and you never know what’s coming in the mail

Little Alice, Little Alice
what’s in your world today?