Monday, July 02, 2012
Thousand: Seven Hundred Ninety-Seven
come upon it so quick, there are more. No way you turn up exactly what you’re looking for and it’s the only instance in all the billions of alternate universes. Who knows how many times it happens in any one, in this one? The universe with the planet where a dog is scheduled to stop breathing, its meat go cold, and people who loved it, paying amazing amounts of money to hook it up to the latest medical technology, break into tears. This is not one of the occasions where life ceases entirely then starts up again, a different creation.