Well, think the other way around: if reality didn't keep the relationship between ratios as a coherent structure, it would be a soup of pure timeless randomness, producing lots of short lived Boltzmann's brains... so, we wouldn't notice.
I remember reading of a theory that kind of said that in any large enough random set, over long periods of time, you can identify clusters which will have consistent and predictable behaviors, but only within the bounds of the cluster and for a set period of time, eventually drifting to something else.
I thought there was mathematical backing of this observation.
Which means it could all be just random, but we happen to exist at such a small scale within it all, and for such a short period, that we're able to find laws applicable to our pocket and our time period that appear to be true and can predict behavior.
Definitely interesting. I dislike thinking about such things though. I've been stuck on this one for a while:
Descartes posited, "I think, therefore I am" as a reassurance of our existence in a given moment. While this anchors our immediate awareness in some semblance of reality, it doesn't necessarily offer solace regarding the past or the future.
Imagine, if you will, an expansive universe characterized by its sheer randomness and chaos, existing for eons. If, in such a universe, a consciousness can spontaneously emerge and dissolve—much like a fleeting set of physics—how can we be certain of its duration? Does it persist for a lifetime, or does it flicker for just a moment?
Our memories might suggest a continuous existence, but what if they are merely ripples in this vast sea of randomness? It's an unsettling thought: could it be that we exist only in the fleeting now, borne from the precise alignment of countless variables just to perceive this very instant? And that perhaps, a moment ago or a moment hence, we simply weren't and won't be?
While such thoughts might be disconcerting, their implications are, in a way, irrelevant. Even if I could unequivocally prove this transient nature of existence, our ephemeral consciousness would barely have time to grasp it. Our understanding would be obliterated, only to be replaced by another random state.
And yet, if this fleeting moment is all we have, I'm honoured that you spent it reading this randomly generated comment. Not that you had much choice in the matter.
I think it was Shakespeare who said: it was the best of times, it was the blurst of times.
