a child doesn’t have only one future, he has billions of creodes ahead of him. Any pebble he steps on, any blade of grass he looks at is the switch that can change the track his life is riding on. Every moment of his life is a fork in the road. No infant is destined to order the slaughter of the innocents. In another future, he might be the one who saves them. In another, maybe the one to paint Herod’s slaughter. Before us is an endless branching of worlds, but without the child at the start, none of them exist.”
