Following R71...I was left after my experiences hypothesizing that we're awash in a sea of information, and our whole existences are part of that information. Time is an illusion and a necessary one to experience these immersive multisensory adventure stories. All moments happen instantaneously, exist concurrently, and are chaotic, and language is an organic outgrowth of time, which is sort of a spiraling, cyclical kind of story structure/scaffolding. Language is more linear and time as we must perceive it is even more linear, like words strung into sentences, paragraphs and chapters. All the letters (and genes) are endlessly combined but for the sake of our life experiences, they must be laid end to end, with a beginning and an end (which may meet and loop together at some point), page by page, and bound into a singular book of this life.
Like a book, almost everyone reads from beginning to end because we chose to pick up the book and read it. Some get bored partway through or are otherwise disappointed and bail out or want to bail out. Sometimes we accidentally glance ahead and read a short excerpt and this builds mystery and anticipation--will that really happen, and how will we get there? It's satisfying when we come to that point in the story, and we remember this glimpse of the future, which challenges the rigid linear structure of our stories and reveals it's an illusion, albeit one we are trapped inside of. Some people's perceptions are scrambled, with a kind of time-and-limitations ADHD or lack of focus, and they become mentally ill and/or ingenious, dipping in and out of the narrative or in and out of time in a way that standardized information processing does not allow. They've got one foot in our reality and one elsewhere.
My hypothesis about time and distant space travel would disappoint a lot of people because I think--to put it in the most trite terms possible--it's akin to Dorothy visiting Oz and coming back home. I think it's real, and I think it's perceptive. The unlocking of time travel will be more like we see in Avatar, with technologies (molecular ones, based in psychedelics, or else through manipulating brainwaves with sound and/or light frequencies) that can beam our intelligence to other times, which carry other places. So I do believe it is possible, and I believe it will be a virtual experience, but one that is real--however, not involving climbing into a tin can and being shot off into empty space. More like beaming our molecules to hitch rides on waves that are invisible to us.
The part that may be the most challenging is essential to our life experiences here, which is maintaining memory of our experiences in this life as we go elsewhere and vice versa. Brains may act like antennas, but that doesn't mean they don't also act like information processors and hard drives. Once we leave our bodies to experience alternate planes, the big challenge may be grafting out memories onto the waves that carry us elsewhere. If we can't do that, then we're effectively reborn elsewhere.
The poet-philosopher puts life experience in a different but similar way: we as individuals are cups of water scooped out of a vast ocean. We are made only of the water in that ocean, and we are miniscule and insignificant in comparison to its vastness; yet our limited selection from that ocean makes each of us unique, something unlike anything else. We exist for a while as this cup of water, and eventually we return to be reintegrated and lost in the ocean. Yet despite our smallness, we are changed over the time we are away from the ocean, and so despite being made of nothing but it and despite being limited, when we are reintegrated into it, we change the ocean in a unique way.