What if time or space really is infinite and the universe will recur an infinite amount of times? Oh please don't make me have to go to school again. I know it doesn't mean that but for all the love of ecstatical recurrences (those, there are many) it shivers your quiver to think there might be an anti-Big Bang and our planet covered with a layer of ice nearly a mile thick - all under the guise of eternal recurrence. Maybe next time Zsa Zsa will rule the world AKA that movie but hopefully it won't look like Fahrenheit GOP when all the Internets are burned. Even worse, what if scrotums are the new breasts and Beverly Hills plastic surgeons optimize nutsacks so you can be in the movies or multi-media. Ew! Then again, maybe teleportation will be realized so we don't have to be beholden to imported oil. Ha-ha. Why even go there, why not make Big Pharma produce a pill so that your feces dissolves eliminating (pun) the need to poop. There is plenty to want to recur but the whole shebang? Now the notion of a parallel universe at least heightens the options that the flaws in this one are fixed. In it I look like Paavo Nurmi, make that Fabio - oh lord NO . . .Let me be, speaking words of wisdom . . . . Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane.