On that day, a year and three weeks hence, I easily imagine myself sitting in air conditioned splendor on the fifth floor of the Flagship Hotel in Galveston. I'm wearing a blue cotton shirt. My wife is out on the patio, throwing crackers to the swooping seagulls.
The point of this mental exercise is to understand that we are NOT bound by space and time, and that our minds ARE quantum organs capable of amazing acts that science cannot begin to comprehend, such as visiting the future or other places our bodies cannot get to.
Borges and Castaneda and Vermeer and Satie all touched on these issues. Asimov hints at it and of course, Hawking lives it every day in his wheelchair. I'm still reconciling the fact of quantum mind with the phenomenon of God, which seems to be related to it.
More on this at an earlier date.
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