Home Alone in the Multiverse
by William C. Dell
Genre: Speculative Nonfiction
One day, looking at my beer bottle the label said: "Don't Forget You're Here Forever." This book is about how that can be. We are in a multiverse of island universes floating in a boundless field. I am proposing that every single thing - large and small, animate or inanimate - is a separate universe, all strung together, alone, in an eternal multiverse. As a universe, you are here forever.
Excerpts
(Home Alone in the Multiverse – William C. Dell)
1. Every child cries for its mother in the dark. She is light and life. In the night sky, nevertheless, what matters most is the darkness between stars. It is a massive emptiness, a vacuum which accumulates energy inflating and containing universes all around us. We are light made in darkness. Confronted with this enormity, perhaps we call out for our mothers and fathers: The Gods.
2. Every single thing – you, me, rocks, stars and worlds – all creation – is its own universe resonating with and informed by its environment. The call out of darkness is not for the gods but for our[selves] to come to terms with what we are. You it hear singing everywhere in nature from stony inertia to the flow of water, wind, sunshine, or the song of a lark: you are a universe.
3. I defer to my fellow creatures Jack Rabbit and Gray Squirrel, who have seen the worlds, for assistance.
“What happens when you die?” wondered Jack Rabbit.
“I have no idea,” replied Gray Squirrel. “I guess I run out of nuts.
“And lettuce and carrots,” added Jack.
“Maybe we should ask Voice.” said Gray.
“Are you still there?” inquired Jack.
“I am always here,” answered Voice. All you have to do is listen.”
“Well, what happens when you die?”
“You go into stars as points of light.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been there. So have you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I remember. You don’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking.”
“Ok, then what happens?”
“You hang around for a while.”
“How long?”
“Depends on how attached you are.”
“To what?”
“This world,” explained Voice.
“Yes, there are many worlds,” Jack nodded.
“We’ve been there,” said Gray.
“But what happens when you die?” Jack asked again.
“When you let go, you dissipate,” replied Voice.
“Into what?”
“Emptiness.”
“Nothing??” exploded Gray.
“No,” responded Voice silently.
“You’re not making sense!” shouted Jack Rabbit, jumping up and down.
“Beyond light is only you,” commented Voice gently.
“Only us?”
“Yes.”
“And what are we?” demanded Jack and Gray.
“Your own vibration or information. Everyone is different.”
“What does vibration do?”
“It disturbs emptiness into you again”
“You are saying we pick up where we left off.”
“Yes.”
“Every single thing?”
“Yes.”
“To what end?”
“No end.”
“We go on as ourselves indefinitely?”
“Yes, until you are empty.”
“What then?”
“You twitch.”
4. The Cosmos – open, unbounded and endless – is the multiverse of universes, coming and going. Everything is in its own world. We even say so when we exclaim, “He, she, it is in their own world!” Can you really get inside another person or thing and actually know what they know? You can empathize, but not truly be another person or thing. You are yourself, not a rock, tree, bird or friend which also are themselves. We seek comfort in community and its information, but essentially we are alone.
1. I grew up in a mill town in western Pennsylvania. It was a close-knit community where everyone knew everyone else. The hills of the river valley were barren from smog. Most people lived and died there. After high school, or before, you went into the mill and worked until you couldn’t do it anymore. I knew beyond those hills were other worlds. With scholarship I made it out and landed in New York City. From there I taught university. Now, I live at the edge of a state forest and watch the bluebirds.
2. Bluebirds enchant me. I watch them from my back deck through the field and forest. Sometimes, I think they know more of me than I of them. They nest in a box just a few feet from where I sit and also on a pole not far away. Every spring they introduce their babies. We rejoice together. When they sing their song and I talk to them, the transmission is both feral and sophisticated, yet separate. We teach each other.
3.”We’re born alone, we live alone, and we die alone. Only through love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”
______Orson Wells
4. Thanks to Beck’s Brewery and their one-time summer edition of “Don’t Forget You’re Here Forever” as the inspiration for this book.
William C. Dell is Professor Emeritus of Humanities, Montclair State University, New Jersey. His published works include metaphysics, poetry, inter-disciplinary studies, and literary criticism.
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