Jim laughed dryly. "Imagine finding out your whole life has been played out for millions as fiction," he said. "But I guess you did, didn't you? Doesn't help that it was all on tape hundreds of years ago. I can't think that way, Jim. Fate, what's written--I can't operate that way. I have to believe it is our own, that we simply harbor qualities that push us in certain directions. There are likely infinite universes out there. Universes where we're farmers, or street musicians, or dictators. What if we're just more likely to intersect with those that share more in common with us?"
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Date: 2009-12-14 07:30 pm (UTC)