Why has time stood still for us?
Li Po, one of China's greatest poets (701 to 762 A.D.), writes, "Sober, we're together and happy. Drunk, we scatter away into our own directions: Intimates forever, we will wander carefree and meet again in Milky Way distances."
Time stands still before our humanity. Our lightning-flash presence collapses the wave function to this one cosmic instant upon which we scrawl our constellations, our mortal destiny.
Sobered by science, we stare out into a universe drunk with expansive energy. Recent measurements reveal two trillion galaxies in our observable universe! Two trillion! Which means that every point in the sky contains a galaxy!
Sitting here in the smallness of our embracing humanity at the galaxy's edge, we might seem overwhelmed by the enormous magnitude of reality. But two recent scientific ideas argue otherwise:
The Holographic Principle's name says it all: the volume of spacetime is a hologram projected from the two-dimensional boundary surface of the universe by cosmic strings vibrating in ten dimensions. (Hello, Alice.) What we perceive as vast from our biological perspective is actually an illusion.
Studying the entropy of black holes, cosmologists surprise us with news that information is more fundamental than matter and energy! If someone on the boundary surface of the universe were to peer into the holographic illusion of galaxies in their trillions and focus not on energy and mass but on complexity of information, each human mind would shine brighter than a quasar!
Each of you, sitting here with me on the edge of the Milky Way, experiences the interstellar tilt of things in your own way. Your uniqueness, the ingenuity of your most subtle feelings (what philosophers call 'qualia'), has a destination. Unlike matter and energy, which can fall into a black hole and disappear, information is never lost. It's inscribed on the boundary surface.
Beyond the sobriety of our empirical minds, among those ten dimensions vibrating reality into existence, we have the imagination, that rarest of phenomena in the universe, to wander carefree in our own directions — and meet again where information is kept forever in Milky Way distances.