who lives on
all branches of the wave function.
But in truth, this poor deity—
this miserable goblin, this
hideous demon—
would be nothing
like even the
worst of us
who still feel pride
when looking back
on a well-chosen action.
For a creature
as all-powerful and
all-piteous as this
would be shackled
to its own cache
of ruinous knowledge
that even good choices
place hard limits on
experience—
that each
lucky break, every
pleasant interaction
must deny an infinity
of beautiful things
its existence.
