Repetition vs. variety...

Recently, I became obsessed with the suggestion that there might be infinite numbers of exact replicas of this universe. I took it to heart and could barely function until my meds kicked back in. The problem I had was the idea that no matter what I did, thought, or felt, it didn't matter because someone else...in fact an infinite number of other people were doing the same thing in the same universe, an infinite number of times. Made me feel worthless, irrelevant, trapped, threatened all day long.
But when I regained my composure, I saw something that made me happy.
I saw that, unless the infinite multi-verse was an exactly repeating pattern of universes, realties, etc. ( which suggest an "order" in the universe that only a "creator" could have caused) that there could be no exact replicas of anything in the universe/multi-verse. Why?
Picture, if you can, (and you can't) infinite space and dimensions with infinite worlds. Take a snapshot. Let's just say, for the sake of this discussion that when you look, through some ridiculous coincidence, you see an infinite number of exact replicas of Earth's with the same history of all life and development and, what's more, an infinite number of you looking at the same snapshot.
So at that moment, they all appear to be replicas. However, because the universe (unless God made it and decided to make infinite exact replicas) is not uniform, all the worlds that appear identical are, in fact, all varying times and distances away from each other and all the other universes and worlds around them. Because of that, in the very next snapshot, all of them will have different forces, influences, ideas, etc. pop into each world because of their relationships to the infinite universe around them.
Like Earth #1 has our set of constellations in the sky while Earth #9878798798787323801b is missing a star in Orion's belt. Well, the entire history of that Earth is different than ours because the mythology surrounding that constellation is different...butterfly effect...blah, blah, blah.
But, say those two Earth's have all the same constellations...even the same universe around them...they are all pulled upon by the varying distances, times, and relationships to the other, non-uniformly dispersed universes, worlds etc. around the infinite multi-verse. And, provided they were even the same to begin with, from that moment on, they're all different from each other.
That's not even factoring in all their infinitely different paths to get to that snapshot you took.
Infinitely different histories and futures and relationships to reality around them makes all the, apparently "identical", universes not identical at all.
I just high-fived my replica self symbolically and said goodbye to him at the same time as we may never meet again.

Infinity/Outfinity

I decided I don't believe in infinity because nothing can ever get there or be it. No matter where you go, there's more of where you are. You ever counted to seven? That's not it. It's more than that. That's right. Count to nine. Not even close. How many bowls of your breakfast cereal will get you to infinity? Keep going!
You can talk about all the theoretical features of infinity but the fact is you will never get to those theoretical ends which is because there's always more of something else.
And that's okay by me. Frankly, I don't need it. Infinity acts all cool like it's daring me to understand it. I understand it. It's nothing. Take that Infinity! I just grabbed you by your letter jacket and stared you in the eye as your parents forgot to meet! And now you're fading away on the stage with that prototype rock band.
But this time you won't be saved.
This time around. No one has even heard of you! Everyone just happens to know the perfect and perfectly economical name for every number there is and never even thinks about you anymore.
So who am I talking to then? Outfinity! "Outfinity" is my newest word.
It is a noun and it means "The theoretical idea of a concept of infinity as understood by a reality where infinity doesn't exist."
And Outfinity gets on his Indian Motorcycle and drives off in the Phoenix sun. Or maybe it was the Phoenix Suns riding a motorcycle over an indian forever...Or at least more than seven.

Where is this metaphysician?

I had an appointment to meet the metaphysician today. I set it up...or SOMEONE set it up weeks ago. It was right about the time that I was instructed to quickly, way too quickly, ween myself of of some psych meds I've been on for 4 and a half years. He wanted me off them in two weeks.
So guess what? My tendency to lean on metaphysical mysteries to deal with deep emotional rifts poorly came back into play.
I decided to worry about infinity again.
Infinity is a terrible thing to worry about because, being infinity, there's always something.
Years ago, I was worried about it going on forever. Lately, it's been about parallel universes and multiple or even infinite "me"'s out there making us all irrelevant.
So I'd like to see the metaphysician please...4:15pm? Great. I'll be there.
Well...it's 4:20 right now and I don't see him.
I've begun to develop lot's of theories again. Because I'm fueled by obsessive thoughts about metaphysical and pseudo-scientific topics. If anybody wants to wallow in the metaphysicians waiting room with me, I'd love the company. Come on in. The water's disturbing.
I do have a semi-serious question: "How do you square a distance or a time? Considering that one yard is equal to three feet but one square yard isn't equal to three square feet. So how is that a legitimate mathematical function in that case?"
Alright...the door has swung open. Is that it? Is that the metaphysician? It's just Abe Lincoln in a rain poncho.
I hope you'll come into the waiting room and help me.