Everything can happen. Everything is possible and probable. Time and space do not exist. On a flimsy framework of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns.
It is difficult to imagine something more pharisaic than this demiurge, who contemplates all uncreated possible worlds to take delight in his single choice. For to do so, he must close his ears to the incessant lamentation that, throughout the infinite chambers of this Baroque inferno of potentiality, arises from everything that could have been but was not, from everything that could have been otherwise but had to be sacrificed for the present world to be as it is.
but the point and problem is by being afraid we are failing to imagine alternative futures - we are handing over the present to him.
August Strindberg, A Dream Play, [adapted for Fanny and Alexander]
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