I went off alone to see _The Butterfly Effect_, a truly weird movie made in a distant and pale likeness to _The Lathe of Heaven_. It was, nonetheless, an OK movie if not a bit disturbing. It brought to me obsessive thoughts of what might my life have been if only I made different choices. Thankfully those thoughts are abating especially since I cannot change the past, and if I could, the temporal police would whisk me away. So there, the universe is deterministic, timecops compelling. Or, are we solitons resonating through an enormous lattice of all possibilities, our consciousness illuming a path through the myriad of determined worldliness, our choices being the Art of the unique tracery we call our life?