Like the cutting of a branch. in the thicket of the mind. What would you carry with you, what would you leave behind if you could edit everything you’ve done before? If you could edit everyone other than yourself, what would you choose for your fellow man? And how would you decide to treat yourself in the plotting of the plan? Are you the benevolent one, or do you burn a thousand suns? Do you fix the game to get ahead and always win no matter what is ever done? Do you sprinkle fairy dust and make it like a dream for everyone? Would you want to live in your creation with the knowledge of a god? Or start it over with amnesia like the little ones?
