Despair, the multiverse, and faith
Every week or so, I google and #hashtag-search my way through the collective consciousness of our species, looking for new writings/ findings/research into multiverse cosmology. Ever since writing my little tome on how this new theory of everything plays with my faith, I've kept up with where things are going on that front and where things are trending. It's good to keep track of all the pertinent datapoints, which I file away neatly on Facebook for future reference.
There's a peculiar thread that runs through the more recent writing on the subject. It feels like, for lack of a better word, despair.
This despair takes two forms. First, the realization that if in fact there are an infinite number of universes, science will never, ever know everything. That hope for a grand unifying theory, for completeness of understanding? It's shattered. The multiverse is too large, and utterly inaccessible. It is terrifyingly inscrutable, in that there just ain't no way you can scroot it. That's a word, right?
