I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
By Kevin Parkerwith full credit to Dr. Antoine Suarez, Center for Quantum Philosophy, Zurich and Geneva
Introduction
In his 2018 presentation “Future Contingents and the Multiverse,”...