Some scientists today have fantasies of living forever, of moving faster than the speed of light to visit far away galaxies, of going back or forward in time. They back it up with fancy equations, too. I am impressed that physicists have figured out that, at the atomic level, the act of measuring changes an outcome, that the observer inevitably influences the experiment.
Why does it seem so hard for scientists to accept that the experiment influences the observer as well? I’m convinced that the “you” who travels far and wide through time and space, who lives for an eternity, will bear very little resemblance to the present “you” seeking these experiences. It is the artist’s task to imagine this distant “you”.