Saturday, 23 June 2012

Time Travel on a Beautiful June Afternoon


It is late June—an absolutely glorious day. Low 20’s, a gentle breeze, a few fluffy clouds. I can hear only the wind in the trees, a bit of traffic noise, and the birds as I quietly paint the back deck. It reminds me of childhood days when no friends were around. I’d play with a toy truck or some such, all the while wondering about the big questions of life. What is “forever?” What is the “I” that observes everything? “How old and how big is the universe?” Those kinds of questions.

So, today, on a day very similar to such days when I was a child, I ruminate as I paint. Today my question to myself is “Is time travel possible?” I hate to break it to you…. After all, we have much enjoyed stories where time travel is a feature for a long time—both in literature and in movies.  But, the sad news is: time travel within the context of our universe is impossible. Doesn’t matter whether you are going forwards in time, or back—it just can’t be done.

There is one “sort-of” exception. According to relativity, the faster an object moves the slower time passes for that object. Actually, that is verifiable; apparently the satellites that control GPS have to be constantly adjusted to make up for the fact that time is slower on them than it is for a stationary object on earth. It is enough of a difference that unless these adjustments were made, positions would drift by about 10 km a day.  Look it up if you don’t believe me. So, if one travelled in a spaceship at very fast speeds for a few months (spaceship time), on the return to earth a hundred or so years might have passed. In a sense, forward time travel is possible—but there is absolutely no way back.

Oh, I know the old arguments: men have said we could never fly…travel to the moon…explore the deepest oceans…climb Everest…build machines that can perform billions of calculations in a second and potentially connect everyone in the world. All we need is the right technology.

Misunderstanding of the meaning of the space-time continuum that physicists and cosmologists describe leads to some false assumptions. It stand to reason that if we can freely travel in any of the other three dimensions—even all of them at the same time—we ought to be able to travel through the fourth dimension at will. We get confused because if we travel in any—or all—of the three basic directions, we will arrive at a location different than our present position; in other words: some place other than “here.” What we are doing is moving our three-dimensional selves from one coordinate to another. Some would say that if it takes us ten minutes to accomplish that readjustment of our coordinates then we have travelled through ten minutes of time as well.

No, we haven’t.

Whether we move our bodies from one location to another during that ten minute interval or we remain at rest makes no difference as far as the time dimension is concerned. Time marches on, as they say. Some scientists describe time as an arrow pointing in one direction. They complicate it by adding concepts like entropy (a word taken from thermodynamics), but, however they muddle the concept it still boils down to one directional travel—or something. Though many equations work just as well backwards as they do forwards, in our universe an egg dropped on the floor does not reassemble itself and hop back into our hand complete. We simply cannot treat time as if it were a film strip that we can play in reverse for our amusement.

Paradoxes exist only in our minds; they do not occur in nature. If we observe that a photon seems to be in two different places simultaneously that indicates that we haven’t quite grasped the concepts of space and coordinates yet. Then there’s the old chestnut of going back in time and murdering your grandfather before your father was conceived. If you do so, then you don’t exist; and, if you don’t exist, then you cannot go back in time and murder your grandfather….and around and around we go looking for clever ways to get out of our dilemma.

The fatal flaw in our thinking, when it comes to time travel, is in thinking that the past exists somewhere and the future exists somewhere else—and so what we are doing by passing time is moving from a “past place” towards a “future place.”  Okay, I ask, where are these “past places” and “future places”? If they have a concrete existence then, yes, it may be possible to move from one to the other and visa versa. But, do they? What, exactly, is the “past?” Or, better yet, where is it? I’ve read scientific descriptions of it as if time were a loaf of bread that contains all events—and that we can experience past and future events by cutting the slice of bread-time at an angle. I think it is a bit difficult to physically affect a metaphor by using another metaphor, but, that’s just in the world that I inhabit. I know there are many out these who treat metaphors, such as “the creator,” as if they were physical entities. Does thinking make it so?

Well, if you go along with respected philosophers like Emmanuel Kant (Critique of Pure Reason), and physicists like Werner Heisenberg (observation causes the collapse of probability) then you must realize that nothing has an existence independent of our experience of it—at least in any form that we can recognize.  “Reality” is the construct that our brain uses to reference and catalogue the bombardment of sensory signals that it is constantly receiving. Our brains frame our experience of time within the context of movement. But, does it really have an existence independent of our experience of it? If it does, then is the future thus preordained? Everything that can happen has happened? I sincerely have a lot of trouble with that concept. Where did free-will go then? Are we just automata following pathways that have been prepared ahead of time?

Some talk of alternate universes, where every possibility has fruition. That means that even the smallest action that I take creates a complete universe where I did not take that action. I have a bit of a problem accepting that. It seems to me that it is just another clever way of getting out of the paradox of murdering one’s grandfather before one’s father has been conceived. To suggest that both events happened—the murder and the later conception—even if in different universes (or space-time continuums to get fancy) is evading the question of what is time, really?

Do all “pasts” exist somewhere? Is there a definitive past? I’m sure that each of us likes to believe that our memories of past events represent a physical reality. But, where is this “past” located? Photos, journals, videos, artefacts, etc. do not prove that a past “exists” now. What we are looking at, when we look at such things, is in the present.

So, stripping away all wishful thinking, we are left with the proposition that neither the future nor the past has a “real” existence that we could, possibly, travel to. I think that the “past” goes “poof!” as soon as it stops being the “present.” It hasn’t “gone” anywhere—it just ceases being. Yes, we have recordings of things that happened in the past, but, when the recordings were made the “past” was really a “present.”   If I write a word “now,” that “now” cannot possibly be the same “now” when you read it. The “now” when I wrote the word is long gone. So, we can have records of “past” events, but, they were really “present” events when they happened.

Same as the future. It does not exist. Except, in the sense of potential. There is a good possibility that at some point in the future I will stop writing this paragraph. A pretty good possibility that I will eat a meal later in the day—and that I will go to sleep sometime during the night and that the sun will rise tomorrow. But, none of those things has an existence “now.” They might happen; they might not.  A chunk of ice could fall from an overhead airplane and knock my brains out so that I will not experience any of those events. But, in no case is there a physical place where a chunk of ice is falling towards my head or where I will wrap this up, eat a meal, go to sleep later, and then awake to a new day all having happened “already” just waiting for me to experience them.

The only “real” thing we can count on is the ever-present present and even that will no longer exist when we die.

Here’s the algorithm:

Future –>
Now –>
Past
Possible events –>
Occurrence of specific event –>
Done
Non-existent probabilities.
(Potential)
Experience; expression.
Potential collapses into existence.
Nothing. It’s all gone.