Neither the future nor the past is any indication of the matrix of what’s not, this precious shadow of the now. So many things, so much more than we can count, has fallen into possibility. Those possibilities, full of new, contradicting possibilities, fly out into dimension unknown. I have dipped my hand into an ocean that we ignore for the sake of our failing sanity. But those things which have fallen out of sight and given birth to multitudes uncounted, they are pressing us in. They are too much for us. I have chosen to look, and I am afraid.
The Matrix of What’s Not
Tale Told 