I hope with the deepest hope that those few physicists are wrong, those who posit that there are an infinite many universes, and all things that were ever possible have taken place somewhere, somewhen, if outside this present reality. Because if this were the case, a terrible thought crossed my head: that somewhere, there is a me (and a you) to which the world is horror after horror, unending, with no escape. Yes, the opposite would be true as well, of a Eutopia where it truly is the best of all possible worlds, but they can surely take care of themselves, and give me nil to worry for them. My thought drifts to those whose lives would be consumed in a hell — tell me, someone, that this could not be, mayhap that this universe is all that ever is.