I genuinely love what’s described here but it unfortunately resides on (willful) ignorance. If said possibilities are in fact actualized then countless unspeakable horrors surround us everywhere. We are understandably biased to hear the soothing chirps of birds and see the cheerfully colored flowers, but even this tiny sliver of reality to which we intimately belong is enough to hold a proper Hell. Just yesterday i’ve read an article about things happening amongst the untroubled joyful chirps (the following two captions are from here).

I wish i had a good reason to dream about the vast possibilities existing out there, but the only reason i have is to escape the sight of real Hell. And lately i can’t even do that, Hell has broken into my envisioning of possibilities. I hope the world is small, as small as the actual universe we’re seeing (as opposed to the monstrous many worlds).