I spend my days looking for
portals out of this world. Don’t get me wrong. I love this world. My world. The world that I have made.
Created and approved. But I wonder about other worlds too. I wonder what lies through the
portals that I search for. Will there be
another me there? Another you? Tell me. Tell me if you know. When the
science guys prove
string theory, will they tell us? Or will they keep the other worlds to themselves. Their own private vacation resorts. Will they go and become
new gods in those
other worlds? Or will they just walk over and take notes like all good science boys do. I wanna prove
string theory. Not personally, but in general, I want to hear it on the
news. Hear it on
NPR. "Today,
scientists prove the existence of hundreds of other worlds occupying the same space as our own." Our
dead relatives are all there in one such world, the one where things exist as
pure energy. They say another world grows
cotton candy instead of grass.
For now, I search the sidewalks and alleys for portals. I think about how I could rip a hole in the universe to see the others. I think about whether it would be like looking in a mirror or through a window or both at the same time. I wonder.