I understand. Good help me, I understand. It's like eleven dimensional Pachinko, but not that simple. Too many lives, and I can't remember which one is mine, not reliably, anyway. So many choices, branching out in their tame infinities. And all of them real, all of them nigh, except for one. One becomes fact, somehow. It's juandst so damned hard to remember, day to day, which one that was. Which of these lives is mine? Which one is me, here and now? Too many possibilities, and I can't keep up. Brain like a floodlight, I wish it was a spot. It makes sense now, but I'll be damned if that matters.