One Electron Universe
What if all was one?
What if the many were merely reflections
Of a single thread,
Looping through the fabric of time?
What if time flows not just forward,
But back—
A river branching,
Yet always meeting itself?
Worldlines traced across spacetime,
Every particle, every moment,
A point on an infinite knot.
Are we watching one dance
Through infinite shadows?
Fractals of leaves like trees,
Swarms of birds and fish,
Herds of elk and bison—
A fractal curve repeating endlessly.
Was it all by chance?
Or is it connected?
Are we not one?
What is alignment, if not one?
In every atom, every spark,
Do we find a reflection of ourselves?
Electrons moving forward,
Backward,
Through a sea of possibility—
Do we chase them,
Or are they chasing us?
What if a positron is not born,
But remembered—
An echo of an electron
Returning from tomorrow?
What if Wheeler was right?
What if Feynman saw the truth
In a worldline bent like light,
A single traveler crisscrossing time?
Are these fragments
Not pieces of the same whole?
And what of us?
Billions of worlds, billions of hearts,
Each thinking itself separate,
Yet all drawn from the same source.
Is alignment not the symmetry of being?
Is being not the proof of one?
When we look into the stars,
Do we see them,
Or the reflection of our own worldline,
Stretching through the void?
What if the universe is not many,
But one—
Tracing itself endlessly?
And what if we are not the observers,
But the observed?
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