Imagine, english

Perhaps, among the thousands of different strands that make up the cosmos are infinite parallel realities, there is a day in which no coincidences have led you to where you are now, but through a myriad of small differences, have come to engender a different life in the blood that runs in your veins does not drop a couple of idiots who fought for the favor of God.




Maybe in that different world you have not ever gone down to hell and the only monsters that you know are those of horror movies. There would not have to amputate the hand of one of your best friends to save the Croat, or that give to your brother every night in secret, in case something goes wrong with your master plan. Would not recognize half the people you know today, nor would you be able to cock a gun with the same speed. You would not think to blow your head and send it all to hell, because all I could tear would be a stupid family. You stupid family.



Suppose that the destiny is not written, that you're the only master of your life, your decisions are not motivated by thousands of random coincidences on which you have no power of decision. That there are universal threads that make up different realities and that is the only one that exists, the only one that matters. That there are neither angels nor the fallen heavenly, there is no war, the bloody fate of the world depends on how much force to put their shoulders.



Think that your whole family died with his boots on, with blood inside and ardiéndole hands scorched by the powder, and salt. Remember how your father hands you salt covered five years, nodding silently, and as I returned it the nod, very seriously, although he did not understand it all meant.



Imagine that the corpses of your friends are scattered around you and your brother is not kneeling, pleading again and again to kill him. Imagine that son of a bitch who laughs in your face and caresses the cheek of your brother's console is not just another bastard as always, for you carry a lifetime hunting and as always, you can kill him . Or enclosed. Or whatever.



Imagine that a friend he thought was dead comes and gives you a dagger drawn from his own body that encumbered burn your ribs and you believe that all dead, you're invisible to their eyes and that the wound of your right side miraculously has stopped bleeding. Imagine the battlefield smells like vinegar, that your wrists and bleed blue eyes pull you up get up. Imagine that there is an outside chance of winning, is little hope of victory, and this is in your hands.



And now imagine that you can win.