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Parallel Universes and Multiple Realities

It is strongly hypothesized that multiple copies of 'our' Universe exists. All with their own entities like space, time, matter etc etc. They also have a similar Sun and a similar Earth that revolves around it. Only the non deterministic events differ! Now that may theoretically mean the Earth may revolve around Proxima Centauri. But say for our benefit, we assume that at least a sizeable number of Earths revolve around their Suns. Yeah, I know its funny but possible as practically an infinite number of parallel universes may exist. So the probability of any one type event (not one event) is also infinite. So take a step back and think what it might mean.
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It may mean that you in a different universe may have chosen a different life partner, a different career. You could have avoided a divorce, or have become a serial killer. You could have married your childhood sweetheart, whom you had to let go in this life. The possibilities are unending and all entirely possible, provided the Parallel Universes do exist. We can never be sure, that's almost for sure. But anyway, who's stopping us from imagining?

Just as I was thinking about it, at this time, you are perhaps with your lost ones, where they are still alive. May be you are still a child, may be time progresses slower in some universes(time is not actually a constant). May be you are still going to school in your half pants holding the hands of your mother, nagging about an ice cream. May be you are in a world of steampunk, where the digital revolution is yet to happen. Naturally this has been in fiction for quite some time and some really good movies have also been made and books published.

I would love to see my childhood again if possible, if I could travel to any such universe. It would perhaps be nice. 

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