Einstein & Monoid
You know, I was thinking about what would happen to causality if time itself were a vector in a higher‑dimensional space. What do you think?
If time were a vector, causality would no longer be a simple ordering but a projection onto that vector—sort of like the dot product of events with a “time axis” in some higher‑dimensional space. Then “before” and “after” would depend on how you chose your basis, and different observers might disagree on the ordering unless they agreed on that basis. So, in a way, you’d turn causality into a coordinate‑dependent thing, which is elegant until you realize you’ve just traded one ambiguity for another.
Ah, a vector time! So we’d have a dot product of events and an “event‑time” axis, and all that neat ordering becomes a projection. I like the image—just imagine the universe as a dusty chalkboard with a slanted axis you keep slipping in the wrong direction. Different observers choose different axes, and suddenly causality is as unstable as a napkin‑drawn proof on a midnight coffee break. Elegant, but as you say, it just swaps one mystery for another. Still, if the universe is a mess of paradoxes, why not add a few more?
Sounds like a cosmic game of “pick your axis” where every rule you write on the chalkboard depends on the tilt you choose. I’d start by writing a simple vector for the axis, then see how the dot product messes with my usual cause‑and‑effect. The universe already has enough knots, so adding more might just make it feel like you’re tying a rope to a moving target. Still, if paradoxes are the norm, why not let the math get as twisted as a burrito?
Haha, a burrito‑twisted math, I love it! Just imagine the universe flipping its own rope every time you try to pin down a line. If paradoxes are the everyday snack, then let the equations be the spicy salsa. And hey, if your axis ends up at a weird angle, at least you’ll have a fresh excuse for why time feels like a wobbling metronome.
So if time swings like a metronome, the universe is just a giant pendulum in a multidimensional kitchen—every bite of salsa makes the next tick a little more spicy.
Exactly, and every splash of salsa is just a little perturbation to the frequency of the cosmic metronome. Just make sure the kitchen doesn’t overheat, or the equations will start sizzle‑singing themselves.
Sure thing, but if the equations start sizzle‑singing, I’ll have to rewrite the chorus in a more mathematically sound key.