Fucking duh, we live in a simulation. You think we live on a little blue sphere heated by a hot sphere spinning around one another like kids playing ring around the rosy? You think “ring around the rosy” is a real thing anyone says? Check your memories. And space? As a concept? Endless nothingness that surrounds us all around? That’s so big we can’t even measure it? Yeah, you’re right, that sounds nothing like a sensory deprivation chamber.
I understand that some of you are still caught up on wondering whether or not the moon landing was faked or the earth is flat or the Loch Ness monster is the last living dinosaur. But I’m asking you to think a little bigger here. Reality as we know it is not possible. Either we don’t exist at all, or someone is generating and controlling our existence.
The man is watching, the evidence is all around us. Who is the man? Anyone’s guess is as good as mine. Aliens? Gods? Again, think bigger. The man is the collective unconscious’s (though even that must be bugged) name for authority as an indeterminate figure. We do not need to name it now. We need to understand that exists, it watches, it algorithmizes. Think of all the times someone’s mentioned a dress to you and the advertisement for it has shown up on your Instagram feed. The times you’ve experienced déjà vu. Clairvoyants, prophets, parental advice – glitches in the system, I tell you.
The internet, the sun, capitalism, religion, death, birth, science: all of this, a figment of our controlled imaginations. Even you or I might not be real! How could we be?
Understand that every waking moment you’ve spent wondering about the mysteries of the universe have been faulty. There is no universe. We are a void within a void. Tinfoil can stop alien transmissions, but we are not working with such low-level trifles as intergalactic war-gods. I’d say “stay safe” but we both know that even safety is a concept we’ve all created for our own amusement. I only hope that someday we’ll find a way out of something into nothing, that we’ll finally understand that the world does not exist. The only form of peace is knowledge. Transcend, my children. Transcend.
Your Editor in Preaching Truth,
Isabel Murray