You have heard the story of Atlas, the great titian punished with the task of holding up the world? Maybe even the version where he is chosen for the great honor. I am like Atlas in this way, but instead of a world, I hold up a reality. Not even just one, but an infinite amount of realties, some very like this earth, other couldn't farther from it. But have I been punished with this task? Or chosen for an honor, that.... is up to the reader....