I said warily, "You tell me." I'd come here expecting a serve of the usual florid cult-speak from the very start: gibberish about archetypal warlocks and witches, or the urgent need to rediscover the lost wisdom of the alchemists. The strategy of taking quantum mechanics and distorting the boundaries of its counter-intuitive weirdness in whatever direction suited the cult philosophy was far harder to track. In the hands of a smooth-talking charlatan, QM could be blurred into just about anything—from a "scientific" basis for telepathy, to a "proof of Zen Buddhism. Still, if I couldn't gauge the precise moment when Conroy moved from established science to Anthrocosmological fantasy, that hardly mattered; I could map it all out later, when I had my electronic teat back, giving me access to some expert guidance.
Conroy smiled at my edginess—and continued in the language of science. "What happened, historically, was that physics merged with
I said, "Sounds like one of those nice ideas that just didn't pan out. No one at the conference is talking about anything of the kind."
Conroy conceded, "Information physics pretty much vanished from serious contention when the Standard Unified Field Theory rose from the ashes of superstrings. What did the geometry of ten-dimensional total space have to do with sequences of bits? Very little. Geometry took over. And it's been the most productive approach ever since."
"So where do the Anthrocosmologists fit in? Do you have your own rival TOEs from 'information physics,' which the establishment won't take seriously?"
Conroy laughed. "Hardly! We couldn't begin to compete in that arena, and we have no wish to do so. Buzzo, Mosala and Nishide can fight it out between themselves. One of them
"Then—?"
"Go back to the old Wheeler model of the universe. Laws of physics emerge from patterns—consistencies—in random data. But if an event doesn't take place unless it's observed… then a law doesn't exist unless it's understood. But that begs the question, doesn't it:
"If the universe instantly succumbed to any human explanation whatsoever… we'd be living in a world where Stone Age cosmology was literally true. Or… it would be like the old satires of the afterlife—a separate heaven for every conflicting faith—even before we died. But the world just isn't like that. However much people disagree, we still find ourselves together, arguing about the nature of reality. We don't float off into individual universes where our own private explanations are the ultimate truth."
"Well, no." I had a vivid image of the Mystical Renaissance theatre troupe following Carl Jung—dressed in a Pied Piper costume—down a psychedelic wormhole into another cosmos entirely, where no rationalists could follow.
I said, "Doesn't that suggest to you that the universe might not be participatory, after all? That the laws just might be fixed principles, independent of the people who understand them?"
"No." Conroy smiled gently, as if this suggestion struck her as quaintly naive. "Everything in relativity and quantum mechanics cries out against any absolute backdrop: absolute time, absolute history… absolute laws. But I think it does suggest that the whole idea
It was hard to argue with that. "To what end, though? If you're not competing for the discovery of a successful TOE…?"
"The point is to understand the means by which TOE science can
I laughed. "If you admit we can't hope to do that, you've just crossed right over into metaphysics."
Conroy was unfazed. "Certainly. But we believe it can still be done in the spirit of science: applying logic, using appropriate mathematical tools. That's what Anthrocosmology is: the old information-theoretic approach, revived as something external to physics. It may not be needed to discover the TOE itself—but I believe it can make sense of the fact that there is a TOE at all."