| They say there are millions of alternate life pathways, that each and every one of us generates a new path and alternate persona with every choice we make. Turn left instead of right, and the number thirty-four bus ends one path because of a brake failure; pause to admire a butterfly and yet another pathway forms--the original continues to its fateful meeting with the faulty bus, while the persona in the new one arrives, luckily, too late at the intersection and the malfunctioning vehicle speeds past without incident... only to crash into the old Cadillac Seville idling on the corner, the one with the couple in it who drove down from Tuscaloosa to visit friends. Existence is an unseen spider web glittering with endless possibilities. And while we seldom break through the veil of alternate universes and most of us will forever insist such things cannot be, all these things, all these secondary personas, do, indeed, exist... |
