The Multiverse

In one reality, you are a rock star. In one universe, you are a lottery winner and live a life of comfort. In yet another dimension, you are the Bill Gates of that cosmos.

Have you ever noticed that when people talk about The Multiverse, they always describe the best possible outcome for themselves and everybody else? Everybody is some world leader, sex symbol, sports hero, or some rich bastard in charge of everything. Nobody is some bum on a street corner shoving a needle in their arm. Nobody is a woman on a doctor's operating table getting a brain tumor removed. Nobody dreams up a multiverse where they never existed.

This is because: “wouldn't it be nice if my life were better?” The world is full of losers trying to cope with their miserable lives. What better way to delude yourself than to dream up alternate realities where you aren't some unfortunate slob, being ground down by daily life?

This is why The Multiverse and the Multiverse theory is horseshit.

Parallel Worlds

Parallel world theories and stories have been happily tossed around since at least The Epic of Gilgamesh. This only proves that humans have been dealing with the shit sandwich of life for at best 5,000 years, and at worst far, far longer. Imagine those Sumerian dirt farmers, toiling all day long in the hot Mesopotamian sun, their lives basically one long, painful slog to another. They get home and somebody hands them a poem, that they read by the light of a greasy candle. Somebody is telling them that somewhere else, sometime else, that they are better. And for the next five thousand years, somebody was telling us something to keep our eyes off of what was really going on. Distracting us from the daily pain that was unnecessary.

Think about that old Marx quote about the “opium of the masses.” All this horseshit is a salve.