A new universe all throughout the day
I have always had this strange gut feeling that the universe is, in some sense, new all throughout the day. Not new in the dramatic science-fiction sense, where everything resets and starts over, but new in the sense that reality seems to keep unfolding into fresh versions of itself depending on what happens next. A conversation goes one way instead of another. You decide to go out, or stay in. You send the message, or you leave it unsent. Tiny differences, and suddenly the entire shape of the day changes. ...