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[Alexandr Korol]

It’s how thousands of variations of multiverses, of your different versions of yourself, are intricately woven together. You cannot keep track of it, you cannot grasp it, you cannot see it either in people or in yourself. Of course, maybe there were some premonitions, but even those premonitions that you had at some point in life, you still never associated them in any way with the multiverse. Let alone with some kind of choice and the switching of consciousness between different simulations. And now I have come up with an example – I haven’t even said it out loud to anyone yet. So I’ll write it down for you now, and in doing so, I’ll help myself as well, so it settles even better in my own mind, because I am constantly searching for examples. To feel something is one thing, to see something is another – I see and I feel – but expressing it in words is not so simple, especially rationally. Here’s an example. Imagine this situation – I won’t use myself as an example, you wouldn’t understand. I won’t use friends either, since everyone has a different concept of friendship. Let’s take an example from personal life instead – I think that will resonate with you more. In personal life, you may have encountered something similar but just called it differently. So, picture this: you are a woman, a wife, or a girlfriend, and you have a man in your life. Now, why am I using a woman as the main character in this example, specifically as the observer? Because, interestingly enough, a woman is more likely to notice how a person changes than a man – not herself, but the man. A woman can see how her man changes. You know the saying, “A woman always sees a lie” – that’s true. A man doesn’t notice as much, but at least he sees about 50% of how his woman has changed. However, he can also notice himself – he has about a 50% chance of recognizing how he has changed. But a woman – she only notices the man; she doesn’t notice herself at all. That’s an interesting point, but let’s set that aside for now. Now, imagine you are a woman, and you have a man. And you clearly know this man is yours – sometimes he argues with you, sometimes he doesn’t listen to you, sometimes he is lost in his own thoughts, and it drives you mad, irritates you, as if he’s living in some parallel reality. As if – well, this might even wound your pride – you feel like he doesn’t think about you at all. You feel like he comes home, but he’s caught up in his own interests. “That bastard,” you think. Many women react to this with aggression – it triggers resentment, anger, envy, because they want all the attention for themselves. And here he is, occupied with something else –