Last summer in Sydney, whenever I stepped out of my house, a purple-blue Jacaranda would greet me. It would rain purple-blue and mark my pathway with soft purple-blue flowers. My heart would light up and I would get a glimpse to a realm way beyond my mortal understanding.
I don’t know why I received such a gift but I was grateful nevertheless. It felt like I was transported to a different world … a parallel universe maybe … where it is normal to be greeted by a tree with pretty flowers.
The idea of parallel universes and many-worlds interpretation intrigues me. I’m deeply fascinated by the theory that a version of our own selves exist in each of these universes and every possible outcome of an event in our lives is played out simultaneously in the multiverse system. So there is this universe where I never made it to Australia and never saw this Jacaranda tree or for that matter never wrote this blog. It is equally possible that there is another universe where I went to Australia, saw this Jacaranda tree, wrote this blog, chose to stay and never came back home.
The possibilities are like the branches of the Jacaranda tree … possibly infinite. Probably there is no free will after all … or for that matter free will is only bound within a certain context.
