Frank Looking around, I don’t recognize where I am. The last thing I remember is going to bed in my home. Now I’m laying in an open field in my pjs. Sitting up, I see the field is filled with snow. It is indeed cold out and I’m freezing. I stand up and look to the sky. “Why won’t you leave me alone?!” I shout to the sky. I’m mad at whoever is doing this to me. Be it God or one of his angels, I do not know. There has to be a reason for it all. I don’t know what that reason is. What I do know is I’m cold and wet from the snow, best find someplace to dry off. I pick a direction and walk for a while. Eventually I come across a cabin. It’s a standard log cabin with four sides and a roof. Nothing out of the ordinary. I rap on the door with my fist. There’s no answer. Trying the doorknob I find it unlocked, so I enter. There’s a fireplace and a small bed in the corner. I start a fire. It heats the place quite nicely. Taking off my socks, I let them dry out next to the fire. Grabbing a b...
Life isn’t real, it’s an illusion created by someone who wants to study us all. It is a hologram of sorts, nothing is real. Think of The Matrix, they were onto something. I’m not saying it’s exactly how they interpreted life, but I have a feeling they aren’t that far off.
If you were to wake up one day, and realize that all of your life was a falsehood, that none of it was real. What would you do?
Simulation theory is the hypothesis that our entire universe is an artificial, hyper-realistic computer program created by a vastly superior civilization. If advanced beings have the technology to simulate conscious minds, those simulations would vastly outnumber the original “base reality,” making it statistically probable that we are living in one.
Makes life more interesting if you think about it that way now doesn’t it? Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’d like to hope that life isn’t that way at all, but whose to say how it’s meant to be? Whoever the grand architect is of it all is the one in charge. They are the ones who know what this life is really made of and we simply do not have a clue. I wish there was someway to get over that possibility, but what is one supposed to do about it? Not much I’m afraid.
If we are indeed in a simulation, and all of this is an illusion, what can we do about it? We have to be able to break free from it in one form or another, don’t we? I’m not sure how that’s supposed to work though. It would be nice to be able to understand what is going on most of the time, but if we can’t even do that? There doesn’t appear to be a use to it all.
Maybe I should put on a tinfoil hat now? I’m kidding of course. Those don’t do anything to protect you from aliens, or anything else. Oh aliens, now there’s a topic we could get into. What if they’re behind it all? They’ve been coming to our planet for decades researching us, it’s only a fluke that they crashed in Roswell New Mexico after all. If they had been more careful they wouldn’t have crashed, ever think of that? But I feel like I’m getting off topic.
Someone is behind all of this simulation. There’s no doubt to that. If that someone has a master plan? I want to know everything about it. There doesn’t appear to be a simple way of discovering if that’s the case though. Someone out there has to make it all make some kind of sense to me. I’m racking my brain trying to understand it all!
Maybe I’m not meant to understand any of it, ever think of that? No, I didn’t think so. If I had an inkling of whatever was to come in this life? I’m sure I wouldn’t just sit on it. I would broadcast it out to the world. Everyone deserves to know the truth no matter how insignificant it is!
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