1 am Eternal If God, or Science, depending on your view, is infinite in breadth and scope, do I exist in countless metaworlds, a fractal branching in a larger tune I do not hear, for I’m within? Does failure in another me cause ripples in the water of my varied selves? Am I responsible to other selves on other worlds in other spaces, times and places? Am I a prophet or a psychopath in other lives? A doctor, or a chav, a king or tramp? Is this the breadth of me, the scintillations on a graphic equaliser; my tune exposed from bass to treble the voices in a score that constitute a song? So know this, the life you lead might help the tramp another you had fallen used to. Or calmed the megalomaniac who’d found himself a king. These roles we wish and dread are echoed to us, and faint impressions of our metaselves pulse through us too fast to capture with a word. |
