Besides the one we occupy, how many other worlds exist? Not a new conundrum: these puzzle pieces floating around since antiquity, well before medieval times. You could say even the Buddhists think of this world as only one among many others. This is why, processed out of the nth recycling, we're not necessarily coming back the same. If you put a computer into the hands of stoics and atomists, would they still arrive at warring conclusions about the nature of the physical world? Here, the streets are lined with larch trees and crepe myrtle, dogwood, sweet gum, magnolia. In another city, pines drop their needles; willow tips brush the surface of a lake. The eternal question: whether we're thrown from one accident to the next, or can relish the knowledge of action coming from real choice— I don't mean fries or no fries, regular or gluten free, first class or economy. What I mean is, do we want to believe in the existence of another universe where the chances our actions might prevent the world from ending are about equal to those resulting from our inaction? Wherever that is, I'm guessing it probably looks like a sim of the world we're in— Except that in the one I want, I'd sit on the beach half-in and half- out of water, just feeling the ebb and flow. I'd eat fruit popsicles and mounds of rice without gaining an inch. I'd change the color of the front door from last year's teal to grand canyon red and read about how all immigrant children have been reunited with their families and how no one uses fossil fuels or assault weapons anymore. I'd go to bed at night for mad love, even knowing as we all do there's still no guarantee any of us will wake up again in the morning;