posted on Oct, 1 2008 @ 11:13 PM
I met this girl some 14 years ago named Cynthia. She and I came from completely different realms in countless different manners of speaking. I spoke
with her, met with her, stole moments away with her virtually every night for several years. I remember vividly the last time I spoke with her as we
walked along tide pools on the beach, far away from the judging eyes of our respective peers. She told me our love was parallel. We embraced and she
walked away. It was the last time I saw her, the last time I ever spoke to her, the last time I ever heard anything about her. I've searched the
world over (as much as one normal person can) and i've come up with nothing.
Our love was parallel, meaning it could never intersect. So, when I entertain the thought of a parallel universe I have to chuckle at the idea that
upon death, I might unite with some other part of myself that existed in this parallel realm.
If our lives and these universes are truly parallel, then we'll never be in a position to confirm that.
If this universe is not parallel with the countless other universes (which makes it a multiverse) that exist, however, then they must meet infinitely
and not just upon death.
Perhaps it's true that our souls intersect with themselves in the dreaming, or even in waking life. But if our lives are not parallel then they are
infinitely connected to one another.