You know, I suppose, how worlds of probability would separate and diverge as time goes on?
Probability seperates and rejoins very frequently.
Probability worlds never cross more than once.
A dog is chasing a ball on the back porch.
The fans do not bring any support.
There is no snow where the man is
You need help to do everything.
It's a valid place to find gems, gold and cigars.
A man is riding a bike in a foreign land