This proposal is not so very different from Boltzmann’s idea that the sense of motion is created from several qualitatively different patterns arranged along the ‘line of time’. Instead, I am suggesting that it is created by the brain from the juxtaposition of several subpatterns within one pattern. The arrow of time is not in the washing line, it is not in several pieces of washing, it is in each piece. If we could preserve one of these brain patterns in aspic, it would be perpetually conscious of seeing the gymnasts in motion. If you find this idea a bit startling, I am glad because I find it does bring home the ‘freezing of motion’ that I think we have to contemplate. In fact, since brain function and consciousness are fields in which I have no expertise, I would like you to regard this suggestion in the first place as a means of getting across an idea, the main application of which I see in physics.
To that end, I want to introduce the notion of special Nows, or
TIME CAPSULES
By a time capsule, I mean any fixed pattern that creates or encodes the appearance of motion, change or history. It is easiest to explain the idea by examples, for example the
In pictures, the impression is deliberately created. Much more significant for my purposes are time capsules that arise naturally and have to be interpreted, by the examination of records they seem to contain. Records, or apparent records, play a vital role in my idea that time is an illusion. I use
Let me now attempt a more formal definition. Any static configuration that appears to contain mutually consistent records of processes that took place in a past in accordance with certain laws may be called a time capsule. From my point of view, it is unfortunate that the dictionary definition (in
It is important for me that, as I point out in the next section, the phenomenon of time capsules is very widespread in the physical world, and is not restricted to our mental states and experiences. In addition to my caveat at the end of the previous section, I should emphasize that I am not claiming consciousness plays some remarkable novel or extraphysical role in the world. Unlike Roger Penrose in his best-seller