I love Lewis Carrol, and I’ve always liked the quote “It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards”. But I had some sort of epiphany (i.e. one of those brief moments that occur once or twice per year, where my brain actually functions), and now I realise that this statement is actually less amphigorous than it seems at first glance.
At least, I understand it according to my perspective; whether or not it’s what Carrol actually meant remains debatable.
My theory relies on the verity of the following ideas:
- Space and time are the same thing.
- Neither of these are linear (they are only made chronological/structuralised by human need to define and conceptualise).
- Thus, all space/time exists “at once” (have you ever noticed the irony of using what is effectively a chronological term to describe the non-chronological nature of the universe? Damn limited human perspective!)
So… if all time exists at once, then our life exists infinitely and at once. Therefore, all events have already occurred, are going to occur, and are occurring, right now.
As such, it’s quite logical that we “remember” the “future”, because there is no past/present/future, because they’re all the same thing at the same infinite instant. This also explains precognition; you are “seeing the future” so to speak, because we have arranged time/space in a linear and structured fashion, so we understand all events chronologically (even simultaneous events are still placed chronologically within human existence).
This also raises the question of why we don’t “remember” all instants at once. Personally, I think it’s for the same reason that we’re forced to arrange time/space the way we do; because our limited comprehension subconsciously acknowledges that our heads would explode if we ever fully understood the universe at any given moment. Hence the little flashes of the truth;
“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.” – Anaïs Nin