When I was little I watched a beautiful girl in a checkered dress float away in a house and land in a land far away. Her name was Dorothy and this place was...Munchkin Land. [Or was it Oz? I never really understood the story very well, I guess.] I always wished that I could be as beautiful as her and that my house could also land way up high--somewhere over the rainbow.
Sometimes I wonder about the concept of "other dimensions" or "alternate universes." I mean, what if there's somebody over there in some other space-time-continuum who looks and acts just like me...but their circumstances are different? Or maybe they live during a different time than I do?
I'm not an avid sci-fi reader, but I do know a thing or two about...alternative universes. So, I think it'd be highly likely that in some other place 5 kabillion light years away, there is another Miwako--with a different (possibly better) life than the Miwako here on this earth that is not 5 kabillion light years away.
Maybe someday I'll understand what's over the rainbow. Most likely, this will never happen. And this brings me to my next point. (Wait, I had a point?!?) Life is such a weird wacky thing--it's so important and fragile, yet at the same time: not at all. We think we're this hotshot big deal thing, because we're human, but really: we're not at all.
Life is so full of uncertainties, people are so complicated, everything is so ever changing--we're scared to do stuff because we're afraid of consequences. But, really, in the grand scheme of things: how much do we matter?
Probably not a lot.
If that's the case...why does it matter what we do?
If that's the case...why does everybody work so hard trying to make life complicated?
If that's the case...why did Dorothy ever want to come back home from over the rainbow?
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