I've written about this and similar elsewhere.
A 2D map projects a representation of a 3D globe only by distorting distance, direction, shape, and area. Some projections minimize one or more distortions at the cost of forfeiting other distortions.
In the same way, complex and abstract theoretical physics and spiritual concepts, as they are related, must be simplified to comprehend at the finite material plane of the living organism consciousness computing level we call brain-mind. Distortions occur in modeling.
I wrote briefly on the concepts of dimensions before.
Each instance of expanding dimensions is utterly incomprehensible to consciousness in the preceding dimension, unless it is able to think "outside the box" so-to-speak; that is, escape from the confines of what the imagination has offered as a boundary and structure for the consciousness-reality to grow within.
It is my understanding that at least some dimensions above the sixth are actually smaller states, such as the rough surface of silk that is not apparent at our scale, only under a microscope; or superimposed states, such as so-called negative mass that rises above the space-time plane (and even escapes it); or at mega-colossal scales, when you become aware that the universe is in fact a fractal representation of a conscious being asleep in a dream in a "world above"; or higher states yet still above that; the Great Wheel, the Cosmic Ferris Wheel containing many smaller ferris wheels.
Where was I? Oh yes, space-time.
So the third-fourth dimensions are often commonly thought of as like a movie reel, each moment on time as like one frame. Remembering the distortions of projections that must be made, it is like that, except the movie reel is a blanket that stretches out in every direction. Every moment or frame is like a box on graph paper that becomes lined with yet another layer of coordinates when you zoom in, or fade as you zoom out.
The "blanket" of space-time is essentially flat at our scale, is dancing mad at the string scale, and somewhere in between it is like the contours of the planet: hills and mountain peaks, sinkholes and trenches.
There are many possibilities of everywhere occurrence along this blanket of space-time, possibly infinite, or at least within the bounds of probability that can be stretched. The you that is conscious of being you (your spotlight you or ego-self) wanders (usually) in more or less one general direction along this blanket of possibilities like a Plinko puck from The Price Is Right, singing mad at the quantum level, peaks and sinkholes at usually rarely seen or barely experienced levels.
And since the fabric of the multiverse is made of possibilities, possibilities created themselves; if they can and it works, they will. They are dark worlds and exotic worlds where consciousness does not incarnate in the same way we would call life in this light-dominated matter universe. But consciousness is consciousness, different as we are in stages of development, paths of evolution, and cosmic medium strata.
So time travel can does exist, and there is no paradox. You do not cease to exist of you kill your grandfather, you merely--to borrow the simplified map once again--eliminate one frame of the movie reel; or rather, one tiny speck out of an endless ocean.
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