of me being born at every given moment in
time, then there must be an infinite me out
there that are ten years older than me right
now.  Or two minutes younger.  There must
be mirror Earths out there that are living in
the year one million and one, A.D. Or B.C.
In this light, time travel and prophecy are
not such farfetched ideas.

And if there are no limits in distances
between me's or the variety or number of
me's, then there are no limits to the size of
me's.  And Earths.  Earths can be the same
size as ours, though distant, or you can fit
an infinite number of Earths on the head of
a pin, or the billions of galaxies we can see
with our naked lenses, each containing
billions of stars, can be just one cluster in
an infinite cluster of galaxies . . . on the
head of somebody else's electron?