What Applies to Hotel Rooms Applies to Parallel Universes

Multiple universes are the “Solid of time”

~ Ouspensky


The lobby is familiar: the central desk, people lined up,

bellboys push huge metal carts of clothing and bags to elevators.

Each suite has the same colored bedspreads and curtains, the same cheesy painting

nailed permanently to the wall above the bed.

This first room is empty, bed tousled, shades pulled, wet towels on the floor.

The second room has two lovers, who are finding each other’s bodies the beginning and end of time.

In the adjacent room a couple lies unspeaking, unsleeping, not touching.

A family crowds the room beside them, extra cots for the kids, clothing in piles.

A subsequent room is rumpled and tossed, and the maid sits weeping about

an incident in her life, or perhaps her life itself. Possibly the door to the next room drops into space.

It’s likely a following room opens into a Garden of Eden.

One room opens onto a door that opens upon a door and another door… and another.


Stars explode and liberate the elements required for life to exist.

The anthropic principle, accepted by most physicists, states,

The universe in some sense must have known that we were coming.

Conditions that are observed in the universe must allow the observer to exist.

Nowhere else in the known universe has water, fire, and oxygen.

Our universe is the surface of a balloon, everything recedes or expands away

from everything else without real motion because space itself is receding.

The Big Bang was not an explosion in space; rather, it was more like an explosion

of space everywhere at once, in the room in which you sit, in a spot left of

Alpha Centauri, everywhere.

Everything we know, and don’t know, is built by elements—different types of atoms.

Billions of years old, scattered from the stars, incorporated into the newborn Earth,

endlessly recycled as they moved from rock to bacteria, to bottle to president to squirrel.


Imagine a doughnut.

Now imagine that is the picture of space.

Rather than being infinite in all directions, albeit bounded, the universe

could be radically smaller in one direction than the others,

even as a doughnut has a thinner diameter for the circular cross section than for its outer diameter.

There’s a hint in the data that if you traveled far and fast in the direction of the constellation Virgo,

you’d return to earth from the opposite direction.

To the topologist, a doughnut is the same shape as a human,

with the digestive tract as the donut hole.

This is because each object has one hole;

the two can be deformed into each other

and are thus anatomically equivalent.


The early Big Bang did not expand smoothly but became lumps;

lumps became galaxies, which became clusters, platters or walls of clusters of galaxies.

To an optimist the glass is half full

To a pessimist, half empty

To an engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

To the observer, the glass itself is water.


These universes are located elsewhere, not in ordinary space

but in an abstract realm of all possible states.

All quantum states are equally real and if we see only one result

of an experiment, other versions of us must see all the remaining possibilities.

The hotel maid knocks and then enters the room to see herself being born.

All suites are vacant until someone peeks inside—“Sorry, wrong room”

she says, backing out into the hallway away from the colony of ghosts.

She tries the nest room, waking Einstein, whose hair is a rumpled mess of galaxies.

Most of the rooms have numbers in endless nonsensical sequence.


Mathematical democracy states

that precise numerical existence and physical being are equivalent.

This indicates the universe is an equation.

The elements exist in the same space but outside of known space and time

and in another version someone stands in front of a clothes dryer

wondering where all the extra socks came from.


Finally if the universe is infinite, it has the same properties as God,

including having no beginning. If that is so, would God still be God?

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