Last night, me and the boy were watching a show on National Geographic called “Known Universe“. This particular episode was all about the infinite nature of the universe and the possible existence of the multiverse.
It reminded me of a conversation we had driving down the road a week or so ago:
The Boy: “Hey daddy, how many fingers am I holding up?”
Me: “3?” (knowing it was a trick question somehow)
The Boy: “Nope, 2! The other one is a thumb!”
Me: “Hey ‘the boy’, how many fingers am I holding up?”
The Boy: “I don’t know, I can’t see your hands.”
Me: “Well assuming that there are infinite universes, that our universe is infinitely big, there exists infinite numbers of parallel dimensions, or any combination of the above … I, and all of the infinite other me’s, are possibly holding up an infinite number of fingers … Regardless of the fact that the ‘me’ currently occupying this portion of time/space is only hold up a single finger.”
The Boy: {silence}
The Wife: “I have a single finger for you…”