260214 – Non-Zero Probability

(love me)
On love, signal, and probability

I sat on my deck and played Holst’s Jupiter toward the sky. The tuba pushed columns of air into motion; pressure waves radiated outward, coupling molecule to molecule and diffusing into turbulence and thermal noise within a few hundred meters. The energy in sound waves disperses as it spreads. By the time it reaches the treeline, it is already folding back into quiet.

Jupiter hung above the treeline as a bright point. With my binoculars, four faint companions: Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto- resolved beside it, small beads shifting position according to orbital mechanics. I often like to step back and trace the whole arc at scale: the photons born in the stellar core (which bounced around inside for thousands of years before escaping into space) travel at c, about eight minutes per astronomical unit. The path from Sun to Jupiter spans roughly five astronomical units, and from Jupiter to Earth another four to six, depending on orbital alignment, so essentially, from the moment those photons left the solar surface to the moment they entered my pupils, the free-flight portion of their journey lasted on the order of eighty to ninety minutes.

As electromagnetic radiation propagates, its intensity decreases with distance according to the inverse square law,

I ∝ 1 / r²,

because fixed energy distributes across expanding area. The flux reaching Earth depended on the instantaneous separation between two moving planets. The fraction reaching my retina depended on atmospheric clarity, pupil diameter, my attention span, and the precise angle between my line of sight and Jupiter’s coordinates at that second.

At that spacetime coordinate— latitude, longitude, altitude, timestamp— photons entered my pupils. Each photon triggered a conformational change in an opsin molecule which altered membrane potentials and initiated signals that traveled through retinal layers, along the optic nerve, and into cortex. Neuronal circuitry integrated these discrete arrivals into a coherent concept: a bright point accompanied by four companions. From a sparse stream of quanta, my brain constructed a planet with moons.

The concept felt immediate. The geometry behind it spanned astronomical scale.

I found myself thinking about the probability of this arc from stellar fusion to molecular transduction, about the alignment required for light emitted minutes earlier and billions of kilometers away to intersect a few square millimeters of retinal tissue at precisely this second. The likelihood that any given reflected photon would encounter my pupils at that moment is extremely small.

Sound cannot traverse interplanetary space; pressure waves require a medium. So I reached for light instead. I lifted my headlamp and flashed a single Morse code character toward Jupiter— W (.--).

The lamp emitted photons within a forward cone shaped by reflector geometry. As the beam propagated outward, its energy per unit area diminished under the same inverse square relation governing the sunlight I had just received. At Jupiter’s orbital distance, the illuminated cross-sectional area expands enormously. Jupiter occupies a minute solid angle when viewed from Earth, so the fraction of emitted photons whose trajectories align with it is correspondingly small.

But here is the crazy thing: the probability is non-zero.

In quantum mechanics, interaction between systems is described by a wavefunction whose squared magnitude gives the likelihood of a specific outcome:

P = |ψ|².

An event requires overlap in space and time. As long as amplitude retains support at the relevant coordinates, interaction remains allowed. For light from my lamp to reach Jupiter, the numerical value of P is extremely small, but it is still possible, mathematically.

One interpretation of this mathematics is the Many-Worlds interpretation which treats the entire wavefunction as physically real. Every permitted outcome persists as part of a branching multiverse. Branches differ in measure, or weight, determined by amplitude. Each branch represents a self-consistent history unfolding according to the same underlying equations.

Within that multiverse exists a branch in which my Morse code “W” completes its arc. Practically all branches contain dispersal into interplanetary space. A slender subset contains arrival. W in lights.

If awareness follows a single branch through this causal-set structure, then experience becomes a path through weighted possibility. My consciousness inhabits one history among many mathematically present alternatives.

In one of them, Jupiter and I exchange signals.

Light leaves the Sun, reflects from Jupiter, and arrives at my retina, triggering a cascade of molecular and electrical change. I responded with photons of my own. Reflection, perception, intention, emission: physics, geometry, chemistry, and choice converged in a single exchange.

The combinatorial space of possible configurations is vast; the one in which I stood on this deck, brass warm from breath, watching that planet steady above the trees, occupies a slender region within it.

Non-zero probability does not ensure completion. It keeps completion possible.

If I'm allowed to choose where my consciousness flows, I choose the particular path within the multiverse where the signals complete the arc.

And so I send a valentine into the dark: