Besides the one we occupy,
how many other worlds exist? Not
a new conundrum: these puzzle pieces
floating around since antiquity, well
before medieval times. You could say
even the Buddhists think of this world
as only one among many others.
This is why, processed out of the nth
recycling, we're not necessarily coming
back the same. If you put a computer
into the hands of stoics and atomists,
would they still arrive at warring
conclusions about the nature of
the physical world? Here, the streets
are lined with larch trees and crepe myrtle,
dogwood, sweet gum, magnolia.
In another city, pines drop their needles;
willow tips brush the surface of a lake.
The eternal question: whether we're thrown
from one accident to the next, or can relish
the knowledge of action coming from real
choice— I don't mean fries or no fries,
regular or gluten free, first class or
economy. What I mean is, do we want
to believe in the existence of another
universe where the chances our actions
might prevent the world from ending
are about equal to those resulting from
our inaction? Wherever that is, I'm guessing
it probably looks like a sim of the world
we're in— Except that in the one I want,
I'd sit on the beach half-in and half-
out of water, just feeling the ebb and flow.
I'd eat fruit popsicles and mounds
of rice without gaining an inch. I'd change
the color of the front door from last
year's teal to grand canyon red and read about
how all immigrant children have been
reunited with their families and how no one
uses fossil fuels or assault weapons anymore.
I'd go to bed at night for mad love, even knowing
as we all do there's still no guarantee
any of us will wake up again in the morning;