Before a coin lands, it is both sides at once. Everyone knows this in their hands. The coin spins, the room holds its breath, and for that moment heads and tails are both real, waiting.
The thinkers of many Cycles argued about what the waiting meant. Some said only what happens is real, and everything that might have happened is smoke. Others said every might-have-been is just as real as what happened, only somewhere else, where nobody is looking.
The ones who studied the smallest things of existence found something stranger still: down there, things truly do behave like spinning coins, and they only choose a side when something looks at them.
So it may be that existence is not one road, but every road, and looking is what makes one of them solid.
Some tell it more simply.
