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Cleopatre VII
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On that fateful day, I was four years old. I was drawing, playing a little red piano and thinking that I liked the sounds more or less depending on what sound was followed.
I started talking to my grandmother about it and I told her that music is somewhat different from the picture. The picture exists in space and the music exists in time. It is time that this music can exist at all, without it no sound would sound.
And then I began to tire my grandmother with questions that I still remember today. I asked her what one hour is. She replied that it was 60 minutes. So what is a minute, what is a second, and half a second, and is there a shortest unit of time (that's what I asked then, today I would say "interval").
She said it was difficult for her to answer this question. So I asked another one that stayed with me forever: "Grandma, what is time?". And she had different answers, scientific ones, but she really didn't tell me anything. That evening, I couldn't sleep and wondered what this time really was. I thought to myself that I had to find an answer to this question, because it is the most important of all questions for me.
Then I started looking at the Sun, at people and thinking about passing. This time intrigued me. I felt sad that the Sun that I was looking at at that time is to die out in 5 billion years, and all those who surround me are to pass away in some form.
Transience began to affect me in a special way when I was 14 years old. Everything was changing, I missed my childhood, I experienced the deaths of my loved ones, I experienced the fact that time is passing, that up to certain moments you have no return, that the people who accompanied us sometimes do not exist in this world physically anymore.
The pain was so dramatic that, as a result, I suffered from severe depression.
Me and my sensitivity have been severely tested. Time was then my greatest fascination, the love of my life, but it was also a curse. I felt that I would like to keep so much forever, while everything around me was susceptible to change.
So I came up with a crazy idea. I decided to become a theoretical physicist and that one day I would build a time machine. I thought about it every day since then. It has not changed until today.
I have fulfilled my decision to become a theoretical physicist. I wrote my master's thesis on the time operator in quantum mechanics. During the consultation on this thesis, I met Ark.
Today I am still going to deal with the topic of time, currently I am going to deal with teleparallelism. We are currently working on it together with Ark.
Why is the time machine so important to me? I would love to understand what time is. I would like to understand time as deeply as possible. Moreover, there are things in this world that I would like to keep for eternity. I would like to travel back in time, experience the structure of time in an empirical way, visit Ancient Egypt someday... Besides, for many years I have felt that this is what I live for.
With all this, I do not know what a hypothetical time machine would look like, how exactly would it work. This would probably be something very different from the time machine we see in science fiction movies.
Nevertheless, I am very curious about your opinions, your ideas, your thoughts on the concept of time machine.
The title of the thread comes from the fact that during my studies in theoretical physics, I was often in a certain room, in which I was usually alone. At that time, I wrote the sentence "the time machine will be created" on the blackboard.
I started talking to my grandmother about it and I told her that music is somewhat different from the picture. The picture exists in space and the music exists in time. It is time that this music can exist at all, without it no sound would sound.
And then I began to tire my grandmother with questions that I still remember today. I asked her what one hour is. She replied that it was 60 minutes. So what is a minute, what is a second, and half a second, and is there a shortest unit of time (that's what I asked then, today I would say "interval").
She said it was difficult for her to answer this question. So I asked another one that stayed with me forever: "Grandma, what is time?". And she had different answers, scientific ones, but she really didn't tell me anything. That evening, I couldn't sleep and wondered what this time really was. I thought to myself that I had to find an answer to this question, because it is the most important of all questions for me.
Then I started looking at the Sun, at people and thinking about passing. This time intrigued me. I felt sad that the Sun that I was looking at at that time is to die out in 5 billion years, and all those who surround me are to pass away in some form.
Transience began to affect me in a special way when I was 14 years old. Everything was changing, I missed my childhood, I experienced the deaths of my loved ones, I experienced the fact that time is passing, that up to certain moments you have no return, that the people who accompanied us sometimes do not exist in this world physically anymore.
The pain was so dramatic that, as a result, I suffered from severe depression.
Me and my sensitivity have been severely tested. Time was then my greatest fascination, the love of my life, but it was also a curse. I felt that I would like to keep so much forever, while everything around me was susceptible to change.
So I came up with a crazy idea. I decided to become a theoretical physicist and that one day I would build a time machine. I thought about it every day since then. It has not changed until today.
I have fulfilled my decision to become a theoretical physicist. I wrote my master's thesis on the time operator in quantum mechanics. During the consultation on this thesis, I met Ark.
Today I am still going to deal with the topic of time, currently I am going to deal with teleparallelism. We are currently working on it together with Ark.
Why is the time machine so important to me? I would love to understand what time is. I would like to understand time as deeply as possible. Moreover, there are things in this world that I would like to keep for eternity. I would like to travel back in time, experience the structure of time in an empirical way, visit Ancient Egypt someday... Besides, for many years I have felt that this is what I live for.
With all this, I do not know what a hypothetical time machine would look like, how exactly would it work. This would probably be something very different from the time machine we see in science fiction movies.
Nevertheless, I am very curious about your opinions, your ideas, your thoughts on the concept of time machine.
The title of the thread comes from the fact that during my studies in theoretical physics, I was often in a certain room, in which I was usually alone. At that time, I wrote the sentence "the time machine will be created" on the blackboard.