I've never heard of this guy before your thread. ...and am listening to the radio interview. If what he says is correct and he has scientific proof [third generation time warp field generator] of his discoveries then the implications are enormous.
He claims that the unprecedented acquisition of knowledge through his research lab [now disbanded] caused him to go underground; he's rambling on about the ethical responsibilities of this time-control technology. He is calling for complete transparency and democratization of the concepts and technologies he is developing.
One of his business partners is India, who has already built gigantic facilities to warp time.
Who knows? He could be a visionary, a crack-pot or something in between.
All I know is, I have brownies baking in the oven ...................
Y’all been watching Lost?
The best proof that time travel is not possible now and not possible in the future of the human race is that we do not have tourists from the future gawking and taking holographic pictures when historic events take place.
Time travel is easy. Meet me here last Thursday and I'll explain it to you.
you can tell how cheap, easy, and reliable time travel wil lbecome by all those strangers in funny clothes hanging around every historical event...
and all those people who win the lottery based upon seeing the winning numbers before they go back and buy their tickets.
There is no time. There is only now
(Someone really smart said that. I think it was Cesar Millan.)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/poetry/outloud/auden.shtml
As the son of a physicist, Auden had an enduring interest in science and the moral issues surrounding it. This recording comes from the 1965 Edinburgh International Festival.
If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
Then, for all the so-and-so’s,
Futility and grime,
Our common world contains,
We have a better time
Than the Greater Nebulae do,
Or the atoms in our brains.
Marriage is rarely bliss
But, surely it would be worse
As particles to pelt
At thousands of miles per sec
About a universe
Wherein a lover’s kiss
Would either not be felt
Or break the loved one’s neck.
Though the face at which I stare
While shaving it be cruel
For, year after year, it repels
An ageing suitor, it has,
Thank God, sufficient mass
To be altogether there,
Not an indeterminate gruel
Which is partly somewhere else.
Our eyes prefer to suppose
That a habitable place
Has a geocentric view,
That architects enclose
A quiet Euclidian space:
Exploded myths - but who
Could feel at home astraddle
An ever expanding saddle?
This passion of our kind
For the process of finding out
Is a fact one can hardly doubt,
But I would rejoice in it more
If I knew more clearly what
We wanted the knowledge for,
Felt certain still that the mind
Is free to know or not.
It has chosen once, it seems,
And whether our concern
For magnitude’s extremes
Really become a creature
Who comes in a median size,
Or politicizing Nature
Be altogether wise,
Is something we shall learn.
W.H.Auden.