The physicist tells me that we live in a multiverse. Picture a filing cabinet, he says, thousands of sheets of paper always right next to one another but never, ever touching. Picture it on a galactic scale, a universal scale, an infinite scale--and keep right on picturing it, until there's nothing but sheets of paper, all in perfect rows.
"That's so cool," I say, eyes alight. "How do we get from one paper to another?"
"Oh, we don't," he replies, holding up a sheet. "Otherwise--" He crumples it and tosses it towards the trashcan.
Science ruins everything.