a thought for a moment can change a grain of sand in one man's eye into a universe ...

The reader at the book store was reading his book. You could see the strain on his eyes. His fingers glancing swipe. This was a person who speed reads through the book. Just like a document or one-page note but instead was reading a whole book in the same period as that one page.

The book of fiction he was reading he carefully was not bending. Observing this I could think that he would not purchase the book but enjoyed the latest fiction and read it at a speed that no one would care not to purchase the second-hand book at a new bookstore.

Playing for keeps and all that is magic is a neutrino. The portal to a multi-verse is something to unsealed and opened for you. At one point, you realize you are not alone in this world, and you are not the only you. What makes you specific is not what you thought. For there are 10 to a power of something more than you. This means everything occuring has already happened. Yet, you are you and something unique about you. So you hoped. That was my life, we were talking about. The realization that one is not unique, and that you might be replacable is something new. To deal on a metaphysical or mediation level for sometime. Your thoughts are not alone, your actions going off into distinctive points in time. Reflective in different histories, unusual world events, and of course unlike realities. That at times when traveling across you did not realize you have walked into. That was my every day life. For some reason, my mind was swapping daily between worlds. That I was not the only one I could fathom those words. What makes you a person and that was my religious question to rabbis, and pastor for sixty days. While trying to figure out if I could go back to my reality. My devout question passed away. When the people I talked to either did not understand nor wanted to discuss my issue. I felt better after re-reading the Bible and finding so many difference. That I realized that each reality was unique. Each has enough that I could identify certain characteristics to that specific world. Meaning the world I had been banished on for 45 plus years had been evil. Yet, it forgot something, Magic. That I step outside now awaiting my next chance venture is something of a relief to me. I at first thought I was going to hell. Not a good place. I had visited it before and left some recommendations to the homeowner. Burn it down. Although this time. The twist if one must look for in a story was that switching realities was possible. The potential to upgrade life is there. Anyhow at what cost? I do not think or recall selling my soul. Or had I or someone looking like me? That is something those interested in dogma would have to get to in the Judgment day courts. My current misadventure was with the Jehovah witnesses. My preaching of the world of parallelism. It did not go well. That I told them I accepted God, and good is the only way to go seemed okay. The rest of my polite conversation even when I won almost all the topics did not seem to bug them at all. Their thought of one life one world. Fine with me. The real question is what misadventure should I have? Since what is life if not but an adventure means anything else is a wasted life.