Timey Wimey, Wibbly Wobbly stuff

  I hate to disappoint all y'all, but this is not a Dr. Who post. And this is not a short story. This is my daily life... in a nutshell. Carry on!
  If anything, I might have made a mistake by introducing the very thought of conjecturing that time is only linear in our inertial reference frame and not anywhere else.
  That's right, nonlinear, chaotic time.
  So what does that mean? It would mean that time travel is possible. It would mean that our inertial reference frame is not the only reference frame capable of existing. It would also mean that our basis of all physics is wrong. We rely, rather heavily, on rate of change. That motion not only has a magnitude but a direction which is dependent on time.
  Well, that's lunacy! You would say. And that would be quite right because we would cease to exist. Our inertial frame would not exist because this is the way physics works for us.
  Why the sam hell would I even contemplate such things? Well, it was a discussion with a friend about how a mathematician proved that black holes don't exist. Which, I'm sorry, they do. We just may have a very, very poor description of what they are. We may be limiting ourselves with the very same math we use day in and day out. While our math works very well for most physical systems, what if we are missing out on new properties? Hyper realities and hyper planes? Heck, we still have issues reconciling three dimensions, never mind adding a fourth to it. We are getting much better at three dimensional models dependent on time. I'm just curious as to where we would go from there when we have this nailed.
  But who am I to say or judge on these things? I am merely an aspiring physicist.
  Maybe it's just the side effects of the Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse and the full moon cycle. I would like to blame that.

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