'Bueno, si finalmente no te llevas el contrato, no te preocupes. Será que no era para ti. Que te espera algo mejor. Las cosas pasan por algo, ¿no?'.
Hace unos años te habría dicho que sí, sin duda. Que todo obedece a un designio supremo. Hoy me parece una perspectiva pueril. Mal que le pese a Paulo Coelho, el universo no conspira a favor de nuestros deseos. Somos nosotros los que conspiramos. Somos tú y yo quienes damos sentido a la existencia. Existe un destino, sí. Pero somos tú y yo quienes le damos aliento.
¿Desesperanza? En absoluto. Tenemos la capacidad de crear infinitos universos.
To speak of worlds as made by versions often offends both by its implicit pluralism and by its sabotage of what I have called 'something stolid underneath'. [...] The message, I take it, is simply this: never mind mind, essence is not essential, and matter doesn't matter. We do better to focus on versions rather than worlds. [...] This does not mean, I must repeat, that right versions can be arrived at casually, or that worlds are built from scratch. We start, on any occasion, with some old version or world that we have on hand and that we are stuck with until we have the determination and skill to remake it into a new one. Some of the felt stubbornness of fact is the grip of habit: our firm foundation is indeed stolid. Worldmaking begins with one version and ends with another.
N. Goodman. Ways of Worldmaking.
Versions of the same, by Vision Divine
