In an infinite multiverse, infinite things are possible. Of course, that presumes that the multiverse is actually infinite, which we'd have a hard time proving. Or disproving. Or testing at all, frankly. So sure, it could just be that when you have enough monkeys banging on typewriters they'll eventually write my life story. And illustrate it. I've thought it's probably that middle possibility, but if you're going to claim that there's anyone out there like me other than me, we might have to go with patterns of life. Or maybe mages are just all handsome, talented people because that's what it takes, I'm not going to discount that possibility.