In an infinite multiverse, anything and everything can be a reality, without having to collide. There's room for it all. Flaming green flamingos to the right, liquid elephants straight ahead. I suppose it is only when one gets the idea in one's head that there's a lack of room that things start going wrong, so that different realities have to duke it out for survival. It will be a tremendous collective relief when we manage to fathom how much of a waste of time it is to hit ideas against each other, forcing square pegs into round holes. There's room for all of it, it is all meaningful in the whole, but it all goes in different places. And yet there is no separation.