20140816
When facing something unprecedented, the instinct is to distrust, to be doubtful, to be cynical, to search for some sort of assurance.
When facing something unprecedented, the instinct is to distrust, to be doubtful, to be cynical, to search for some sort of assurance.
And against better judgment, will into existence a different version of events, stubbornly looking for a way out.
Who is this stranger? What right does he have to demand I change the way I see things? Why should I put my contentment at risk for something I have no idea about, not even an interest in?
In my idealism and inherent dissociation, maybe I have almost thrown you off-track. There were tumbles, skids, falling-outs. Ties almost severed.
What if neither of us persisted? What if the fear and trouble I felt weighed greater than the sincerity you showed?
If we were to subscribe the theory of multiverse, there is a place out there where we would be our same selves but different events would have played out. Hypothetical scenarios would be the reality.
It fascinates me, this alternate universe.
What if we never went through the whole hullabaloo, and instead drifted through placidly in life as mere acquaintances? Maybe have a couple of common friends, remember each other's names, but think no more of it.
Perhaps in that universe, I wouldn't be writing this.
In that universe, would we have become like two parallel lines that co-exist but would never meet?
I wonder.
But as much as I wonder about the what if's, I also wonder, too, about the what now's, the where to's, the should we's.
Maybe I should let the quantum physicists and string theorists fathom the existence of multiple universes.
I have so much to learn and discover in this version of reality just yet.
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I might reconsider if a parallel universe where alchemy or direwolves exist is put to the table though.
