On an empty page, the pencil traces the dotted line, the circle, the shape.
From the movement of the pencil, a million universes appear, timelines splitting into their multiple component parts in a universe of endless possibility as millions more appear, each one a multiverse of possibilities as the pencil moves, tracing by movement, through which, across billions of possible environments, worlds, universes, colors, shapes, and relations.
Look up from the page and perhaps you may see the created universe – Breathe in and you may appreciate its harmonies, the unity of physical constraints, of physical laws interweaving to make existence possible.
But is that universe truly greater?
Look down at the once empty page, no longer so empty. I claim that if you look further, there you will see it:
Here lies the immortal beginning of every endeavor, the step not taken – a journey not yet made of a thousand miles as yet untraveled that you can begin, where you are, with a single stroke of your pen.
Here, then, is the possibility of a universe even greater and even more intricate than you may have ever known —
Whether you can reach that universe or not?
That is a separate question — and none but experience can teach you its answer.
