No hay una única realidad

Ernesto,

I tell you this from my grave: there is no single reality.

Listen to me. No hay una única realidad.

I am convinced. We exist in different situations. We can step from one to another. You, Ernesto. Me. All of us, if we choose.

All we lack is the will. Todo nos falta es la voluntad, Ernesto.

Comprendes?

We can step from one to another, but not always back again. Sometimes we make a one-way street. Una calle de sentido único. We cannot always undo what we have done.

We can find ourselves in between realities. In limbo. This place may be entered through the check-in of an airport, or in a car speeding out of the city-limits. It is a temporary state. Except for me, as I speak to you now.

But I hope in my heart we will meet again in a new reality, Ernesto. Puede que sí, puede que no.

Until then, take your chances, mi amigo bello. Todo nos falta es la voluntad.

No hay una única realidad.