I like the idea of parallel worlds. I like thinking about all the different possible outcomes that would exist if you could follow each option from every decision you’ve ever made.
Just picture it, every time you were faced with a yes/no question – you chose and your life followed that path, but what if you could go visit that other reality, the one where you made the other choice… where might that lead? And if you keep mapping out every decision, every choice, every place your life might have changed course… how many branches would that flow chart have?
Sometimes I think about it till my brain hurts (which doesn’t take that long.)
And when I think about alternate realities, I also think about what happens when you die and I think about reincarnation, because that’s an amazing and crazy possibility to consider. And I think about time travel because OMG I wish I could time travel! I love stories with time travel. Nothing too heavy on the history lessons, just cool stories with an element of time travel, like ‘The Time Travelers Wife’ by Audrey Niffenegger and ‘Lightning’ by Dean Koontz and ’11/22/63″ by Stephen King.
My eldest daughter obviously thinks about these things too, because she said to me one day, as we were eating an afternoon snack together, what if all the times you have déjà vu it’s really your future self trying to send you a message? They’re giving you hints about something, but the only thing they can send back is that ‘this has happened before’ feeling and you’re supposed to figure out what they are trying to tell you.
Hmmmm… what if?
And why am I off on this tangent when I’m supposed to be editing my WIP? (oops!) I blame Wil Wheaton, because he posted on his blog about an old house that hadn’t been there before http://wilwheaton.net/ and then my brain quoted Shakespeare at me:
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.*
and the two thoughts crashed into each other and spiraled out of control… also I may have exceeded my allotment of caffeine for today.
*from Hamlet
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