missing chapters

you know how with some people, certain places, or even some events themselves this creepy kind of deja-vu drips down your spine whispering: this should have happened years ago. Not as if whatever you're experiencing has happened before, but as if it is merely out of place along yer highway life. Well that's how I feel about missed chances and spilt beers. And in those instances so long ago, doesn't another part of me in another dimension catch the beer before it falls and proceed along that life-line as if that chance had not been missed at all? I wonder if at any point in the future those alternative histories of self will all meet at a large round table and talk and laugh and joke and spill beer and catch chances. That will be a momentus time indeed. Hope to see you there.