It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2011-09-22 08:18 pm (UTC)[She starts drawing a line.] This is one world's timeline. Now imagine a big event, like...the American Revolution. Suddenly there are multiple what-ifs. What if America lost the war. What if they were so weakened by the war that another power, say the French, came in and took over. [She splits off the line into three different branches.] Now we have three worlds. [She puts an x over one of the branches.] Here's the timeline as you know it--America won. Now, imagine that a whole bunch of other what-ifs happen...[more branches] creating more parallel worlds.
Because reality is infinite, every possibility that ever came up is being played out somewhere. There are worlds where we've been conquered by aliens. Worlds where we practice magic instead of relying on science. Worlds where neither of us ever died.
And yes, if I know where I'm going it only takes me long enough to draw up a beer down the pub.