Life is a narrowing of possibility. When you are born the possibilities are limitless. Not the possibilities for anything, but the straight possibility; the realm of possibility. The world as it could be at all times in all directions. Lets back up. So there are three dimensions of which humans are aware: the spatial directions. Four if you count time (which i do). (There are probably more than four dimensions that we are aware of, but thats neither here nor there for now. ) For arguments sake, there are four dimensions that we perceive. However, it is possible (duh duh chh) and probable that there are more than four dimensions that we cannot readily perceive. The realm of possibility is the sum of all the realms that are and more. It is the sum of everything that could have been. Everything is a subset of possibility. Nothing is contained in reality that is not possible. (If you can imagine it, it is possible and therefore very much real.
Life is the realization of possibility. When we are young, possibilities are infinite. As we grow and age. The world of possibilities before us shrinks. It shrinks gradually and slowly until there is only one possiblity left death. Think of it as a spark, born out of nothing (well out of energy really) a spark has limitless possibility, until it ignites something and the spark runs its course transforming the material to ash until there is nothing left but dust. Nothing left but one possibility:
Life is the expression, the translation, the mapping of the grandiose realm of possibility into the realm of human existence and experience.
More later on: dimensions, mappings, death, probability, information, surjectivity and injectivity
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