The idea of a multiverse has always fascinated me. Parallel worlds existing alongside our own. This concept places no limits on universes, just like there are no limits on individual stars or galaxies. Of course, taken to its natural conclusion, this means there are copies of you who exist in countless parallel worlds and lead lives different from your own.
One disturbing aspect of parallel worlds is how it erases free will. We are shaped by our choices and life experiences. You determine who you are and who you become. If countless parallel worlds exist — with countless versions of you calling those worlds home — then does individuality truly exist? Or are you a mere byproduct of a random universe generator?
These ideas formed the genesis of my latest poem.
Forks in the road. Branches on a tree. Trails through a forest. Endless possibilities. Destinations unseen. One simple choice. Blends into another. Unique building blocks. Constructing a person. Proof of a multiverse. Erases free will. The road not taken. now a bustling highway. Pure individuality. Unfiltered illusion. Why bother choosing? Every choice is made. Infinite sea of stars. An endless individual. Copies of copies. Fate created you. A random selection.
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Good stuff John, reminds me to get that scifi poetry book sorted right after the silly one