I'm not a religious person, but I find
myself getting spiritual from time to time. The Swedish mountains, a
summer night sky scattered with stars, the open expanses of the
ocean, all seem divine to me, because they fill my mind with
questions about Life, the Universe and Everything. Questions that
mankind has sought to answer since the beginning of time.
Or, hang on a second. There was
no beginning of time. We can't talk about there being a beginning of
time because...what was that again?
Hawking and Mlodinow's book ”The
Grand Design” goes through some theories that attempt to answer
some of these questions and to explain how the world works, and
concludes that the M-theory is the one that holds most promise. The
authors discuss religion in this context, in what I thought was a
respectful manner, to make a case for why we don't need it to
understand the universe. And (lemme see if I got this straight) the
reason we are here to observe this specific universe is because this
specific universe (only one of an infinite amount of universes) is
the only one with the potential to have us, who can observe it, in
it. Confused yet?
Science books are not known for being
pleb-friendly. They have difficult issues to tackle, so no matter how
simplified your language is, you can't explain advanced laws of
physics and quantum theory to a three-year old. And that's what my
level of understanding is when it comes to those things. You want to
explain the Big Bang to me? Talk to me as if I were a child. Use
simple words and speak s l o w l y.
Fun fact: I almost flunked chemistry in
high school, physics only being a little bit more comprehensible to
me. I could write a hell of an essay, though.
But I wanted to understand this
book, because these things amaze me. So I kept reading, despite my
eyes glazing over on more than one occasion. I think I read a whole
chapter without taking in a single word. But some chapters I did
understand, and loved. However, maybe the heart of the problem with
this book for me (although it's definitely not the book's fault but
my own expectations') is that it's less important exactly how it
works; just tell me what the implications are. I don't care what the
different particles are called or how they interact with each other,
but I do care if it means there are infinite universes out
there, or if teleportation is possible. Then I can send my cats far
away, to a place where they can't wake me up in the middle of the
night, and then bring them back when I'm in the mood for cuddling.
Maybe the questions are more
interesting than the answers?
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