Definition of reality:
1: The quality or state of being real.
2: A real event, entity, or state of affairs his dream became a reality.
a: The totality of real things and events trying to escape from reality.
b: Something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily.
We use reality to refer to real things or the real nature of things rather than imagined, invented, or theoretical ideas*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
How can millions of people distinctly remember something that never happened?
It is quite logical that the Mandela Effect increases exponentially in the near future due mainly to the cocktail of information that surrounds us. Some believers in conspiracy theory may think that the ME is a System Error. The matrix of the system produces the ME because is incapable of governing a chaotic system in a stable and scalable order (Lagrangians, variational principles, physical symmetries, etc.). But I emphasize that complexity is almost unbounded. ME will give us work to do for many centuries more. That might also apply to the foundations of quantum physics, and its relation to complexity*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
A pleasant surprise: a woman with a cat in a transparent backpack roamed quietly through the old town. Tristan Tzara would have drooped with envy: it is an amazing dadaist gadget! And the poet will share again agglomerations of obscure images, nonsense syllables, outrageous juxtapositions, ellipses, and inscrutable maxims… the primal seat of creativity, the point where the naked word reveals the naked truth about the world. Maybe then Marcel Duchamp would have signed it, too. The cello with wheels and the man with the invisible leg are the usual: many want to see what’s behind the Dada’s door*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
New experiments reveal hints of a world and a reality that are complete reflections of ours, with some particles capable of switching between the two. This mirrorverse may be able to solve the mystery of the universe’s missing dark matter. Nestling within the fabric of space and time alongside our own familiar universe, the implications would be astounding.
V-J Day in Times Square is a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt that portrays a U.S. Navy sailor grabbing and kissing a nurse on Victory over Japan Day in New York City’s Times Square on August 14, 1945. In my picture there is no war or victory. They are a couple who celebrate their love in the middle of Barcelona’s traffic. It is also the victory of love. The photograph of the father who takes the child by the hood of the anorak seems to me another sign of love, filial love. The tall blond and the woman with the glasses, well, there they are, together. Mixing DNA has always worked well in the human species.
A smile appears drawn and someone thinks: No way!
The couple practicing Chi Kung or Qi Gong, Tai Chi or some modality in the park. The subject with the package in the middle of Aragon Street. The white lines of the asphalt point towards him. Women with cell phones in another dimension of reality, the two Orientals looking without seeing. The usual these days.
People do not live in the present. We are moving towards a future, as if we were going to embark on a long journey, without realizing that as passengers we are already in transit, the transit of the present. There are also those who decide to live in the past, on experiences forgetting that they consume as a burning candle the light of the moment. So we make futures, we plan futures, but the future is something unattainable. We are, in this sense, innocent headless. Children believe in fairy tales, adults in planning futures.
