First of all, I ask for forgiveness, I can hardly manage to express myself in English
with some clarity, not to speak of correctness, apropiateness or whatever "-ness"
you might wish or expext.

Second: (Side number two, said number two)
I would like to open a question
here

about Emerson, Thoreau and that line of
beautiful prose producers
which remind me so much like some
German then English "romantics"
that dangerous dangerous word

and made me wonder, better say wander, around a freezing 'concept',
(using that term makes me feel really funny): 'infinite'
that word is poisonous, makes me have horrible digestions
and better nightmares,
the point is
the question
(that i'm afraid i'll have to rewrite in some days)
is about abstraction,
the retorical magnification which produce
some words, expressions that work
like makeup works,
what about keeping the narratives healthy
what about keeping them real, and concrete,
more than metahuman?

Isn't the theory of multiple worlds
a dangerous scape form this sinking one,
the last heavy burden for it?