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Math of GR
Part 8

So at T = 0, the respective axes are against each other. That is, their axes coincide, and their origins coincide. Then we click on the timer and let the time start to move forward one second at time on our clock. When that happens, we simultaneously offset the angles that the axes have with each other. We keep their two origins together, and let only the axes bend away from each other, like a swivel.

In other words, in Minkowski space, two different OBSERVERS are always at the same spot. They never move away from each other. THEY ONLY ANGLE AWAY FROM EACH OTHER.

Let's say that I am observer on a chair on the side of the road, and a car moves past me at 30 miles an our. In Minkowski space, me and my clock will always be next to the car and his clock, whereas in REAL SPACE, the car and his clock will be one mile away from me in 60 seconds.

So are we really in Minkowski space? I don't think so.
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