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I've read this book overyears ago, I still remember the aww and fascination it left me with , it was the book that ignited my passion and started my obsession with physics.
I know that this review isn't objective, and this is mainly because, it was my first book in the field of physics, so I'm very biased and I read it too long ago, to remember much of it's details.
But still this shouldn't make you think any less of this amazing book, Questo libro mi ha lasciato un po' deluso, forse perché mi aspettavo qualcosa di diverso, La quasi totalità del libro si concentra su dare le basi e approfondire aspetti di fisica, cosmologia e materie correlate attraverso elenchi di nozioni, congressi e scoperte scientifiche.
Non metto in dubbio il fatto che avere tale background sia necessario per comprendere a pieno le dinamiche temporali, ma mi aspettavo più riflessioni di natura filosofica e pensieri intorno alla natura del tempo in sé.
Comunque il libro è scritto bene e non è così pesante nonostante gli argomenti trattati, ma personalmente ho trovato interessanti solo gli ultimi capitoli.
The nature of time has long fascinated physicists and the general public, As an irresistible flow into which all events are embedded, time cannot be slowed or accelerated, nor can it be undone or turned back.
In The River of Time, Igor Novikov describes how the thinkers throughout history have defined time and how these discoveries demonstrate that humans may influence time's flow.
He describes how time flows in specific regions of the Universe, how it stops in black holes and splashes over the brim in white holes, and how time may convert into space and vice versa.
Exploring time's genesis at the Big Bang, Novikov details how recent discoveries indicate that time machine travel might be possible.
Igor Novikov is the Director of the Theoretical Astrophysics Center and Professor of the Astronomical Observatory of Copenhagen University.
He began his scientific career at the Moscow State University and has since been affiliated with the Institute of Applied Mathematics, Moscow, the Space Research Institute, Moscow, and Copenhagen University.
He has published more thanscientific papers andarticles and is the coauthor of Edwin Hubble: Discoverer of the Big Bang Cambridge,and Black Holes and the Universe Cambridge,.
Previous paperback editionI love thinking and reading about the nature of time, but found this book a little disappointing.
Possibly because it focussed much more on the physics than the philosophy, spending a lot of space on the background cosmology and quantum mechanics.
Although this may have been necessary background, I would have liked to see more on time itself, That said, it is an interesting and wellwritten book, providing history and science in an accessible way, The last chapters on timetravel and how to overcome paradoxes associated with travel to the past were definitely my favourite.
If you look, in a certain rudimentary light, at the structure of time and space, you can work them as complimentary components in the descriptive analysis or depiction of a variety of modern civilizational elements, especially those that can be arranged in a bifurcated opposition or antithesis to each other.
In politics, we could say that Conservatives operate from a view that desires to hold back time, to preserve time passed, and that locates themselves within closed, and hence consistent, spaces that retain and preserve what is inside whilst being loath to admit potentially destabilizing influences from beyond.
Progressives, on the other hand, run exuberantly but impatiently astride time's forwardrunning current, eager to speed their society's collective way into an unknown, but assuredly promising future, and embracing the beckoning vastness of open spaces, both in the possibilities inherent in such widespread environments and the opportunities provided for spreading locallybred values and mores outwards within a widelycast net, bringing them into mutually beneficial contact with those flung forth by differing cultures.
In economics we have Microeconomics, in which space is drawnin to encompass the individual actor and the decisions she makes in a upwardlooking environment, whereas the field of Macroeconomics examines the workings of economies at scales stretched to national and international limits with the gaze drawn to what lies beneathand both, in their modern permutations, strike the arrogant posture of defying time and temporal vagaries by operating within a manner of frozenpresent in which various pertinent variables are simply known, regardless of when they are expected to be accounted for in realitydeclaring themselves to have been elevated to the status of a market permutation of gravity.
Over the past century we have become aware of the divergent laws and mysteries that operate when we endeavor to quantify both the unimaginably large, wherein Einstein's Relativity comes into play, and the infinitesimally small, in which we require Quantum Physics if we are to make heads or tails out of an ethereal sea of probabilities.
For entertainment we might partake of reading, an activity necessitating but ideally, at least somewhere to park one's butt while nestling book in hand, enshrouded within selfdelimited space, and taking whatever time is required in order for the words to be ingested comfortably set this against media like television or the cinema, where the screen displaying the streamed/projected images forms a spatial link with the human eyes that drink in their displayed materiala rectilinear grid in which all that falls between image and ocular might be consigned to a manner of televisual voidand which package their entertainments in precise allotments of temporal passage.
Then, in the realm of the personal, we measure the span of our life with the etchings of a time harnessed to humanderived standards such as seconds, minutes, hours, months, years, decadesa hierarchy of labelled containers allowing our species the illusion of some mastery over that fleeting, inexorable, alldevouring thing of which we find a dim sense inhering, but an understanding of as ephemeral as the ticks echoing from a bedside alarmclock.
And during this lifetime, spatiality brings itself into the equation: the cloistered confines of the womb from which we emerge the concealed spaces and pressing limits of our infant and early childhood terms the wideopen, illimitable vistas of our heady youth and virile middleyears and then, once again, those untethered dimensions seizingup and grinding their way inwards as we advance into our final quarter, its invisible barriers limned with greedy, unstoppable, unwelcomeuntil, perhaps, at the very lastDeath.
What's more, in the quest to quench the loneliness that consumes the longdistance runner that is man making his uncomprehending and groping way through his life, we seek partners to share that terrifyingly exhilarating journey with, merging ourselves with them into a unity that is both confined in space in its intimate union and fleshbound sharing, the glances, the unspoken understandings that we wear like comfortable garband the widespread, horizonlimned open country of the unknown future, the potentialities of offspring and adventures and labours and journeys which we will share together and buttress one another against.
Time is contracted for the term of one's life at the outset of this enjoined adventure with luck one that will prove a perdurable commitment.
However, there exists a reasonable likelihood that, having been found incompatible, the intertwined lives will be sundered, time linked via memories and whatever future promises betoken whilst simultaneously cloven by the rendering of one back into two, separated streams of onrushing life widening the gulf with the further notching of temporal passage upon one's body, soul, and mind.
Of course, those shared spaces and closeted quarters, reduced to the rubble of ruptured life, will be transformed to the unbridgeable and flattened wideness of a steppe as the moment of separation recedes with the stopped watches of rent memory and whether those beckoning tablelands be verdant pasture or darkened hardscrabble will depend upon the opportunities and realities lying ahead on the winding paths through an open unknowing that such individuals, perforce, finds themselves embarking upon.
Perhaps most curious of all is the conception we have concocted, in especial within the realm of religious doctrine, of the afterlife awaiting both select believer and damned sinner: all the bliss and holy stupor of a reunion with God and loved ones in Heaven, or the agonizing torments of the burning fiends of Hell.
This forecasting beyond Death's unknowable barrier plays a fascinating game with our two dimensions: for spatiality, celestial or infernal, rarely occupies the mind, but rather lies cradled in a perhaps unwarranted belief of a supernally comforting nearness to God, replete with excursions into forestringed leas where friendly and beloved spirits partake of wellfurnished picnics with agreeable animal companions and the odd nonbiting or stinging insect.
Hell is even less defined, a vague and blurry prison bathed in the essence of searing red with choking black abyssal smoke filling whatever space be neither aflame nor occupied with screaming and horrifically abused bodies.
It is directly the opposite as regards the scale of time: for temporally both supernatural ideations spread themselves within the inherently incomprehensible immensity of eternity.
Thus inconceivable in essence, in effect we turn it into the dream of whatever the highest pleasure or terrorand its accompanying actionsbe that one might conceive of, carried to anodyne extremes in an effort to be made mutually comprehendible and desirable, and then situated within a present moment of time, replayed as far forward as our mental processes can abstract in order that we can come to see, like the animation of a series of drawn stick characters in a flipbook, how such metaphysical tergiversation might constitute a reasonable projection of an eternity of reward or punishment.
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