Thus fought the heroes, tranquil their admirable hearts, violent their swords, resigned to kill and to die. — Jorge Luis Borges

I leave to the various futures (not to all) my garden of forking paths.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.

The Garden of Forking Paths is an incomplete, but not false, image of the universe as Ts'ui Pên conceived it. In contrast to Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. This network of times which approached one another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries, embraces all possibilities of time. We do not exist in the majority of these times; in some you exist, and not I; in others I, and not you; in others, both of us.