Those clever blokes, like Stephen Hawking, believe in an infinite number of universes, even if they have have no faith in an infinite being. The theory goes that for every event each and everyone of us experiences, big or small, there is a separate reality that peels off in the opposite direction.
So somewhere, there is a me for whom 22 November 1963 has no significance because Jack Kennedy didn’t go to Dallas and wasn’t assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald as he was too busy plotting a preemptive nuclear strike on Russia. Similarly there is another me who forgot to brush his teeth this morning. Read more ›››