My name is Theodore Ajax Wittenburg. I am a professor of astrophysics at Columbia University. You can call Dr. Jax if you like. This story recounts something that happened to me last summer. You see it went like this:
I am a daydreamer. I will ponder a question of physics for hours without really thinking about it. Instead the idea just sort of floats along as if in a dream taking on different shapes and different landscapes. I do this all the time washing my car, mowing the lawn or, as in August of ‘13 eating at the “Dew Drop Inn Bar and Grill” in my home town.
I got to thinking that physics tells us that time is the fourth dimension and that it does not flow uniformly but varies with speed i.e. the closer to light speed the slower time goes. Then it occurred to me that what we think of as an object really isn’t. I mean take a glass water goblet filled with water. We see it in a particular form in a particular place. The shape of a glass on the countertop. Now, bear with me here, the true fact is that the glass is made of primarily of silica from sand. If you saw that glass in four dimensions every single atom of every single molecule would be seen as a filament, a ling string, weaving back over time to the big bang.
The same goes for a human being. What is a human being? Our bodies are made up of water mainly but other molecules in varying states. However, our molecules are in no way static. They change every millisecond as we breathe in new molecules and breathe out others. Our skin sheds a veritable snowstorm of microscopic cells. In fact there is no clear distinction between where we end and the outer world exists. Human beings, and all living creatures, are a quickly moving blur of ever changing molecular matrices which maintain a rough approximation of a particular shape and “self” identity.
Now, back to that summer afternoon in 2013. I was pondering these things when another thought occurred to me. That is that according to physics the simple act of observing a thing fixes it and makes it real. So, in thinking these things I made them real and this is what happened. I noticed that when I looked straight at something it appeared solid and three dimensional. However, when I looked out of the corner of my eye I began to see solid objects as infinite tunnels of the kind that you see when you put two mirrors together. Only I was seeing them in four dimensions. I could see, not with my eyes really, but through some other part of my consciousness, the interwoven tangled threads of the existence, not of the object, since objects were three dimensional and temporary, but threads of existence all the way back to the beginning of time. I shifted my perspective and could see where they would be in the vastness of future time.
It works with people too. I can see how and when your molecules will part ways and become something else. I know when you die.I also see, in looking at you, that life and consciousness are also visible in four dimensions. I can see that you and I are in essence immortal coils of an organizing force we call life.