What the bejaysus are we doing here? Where did we come from? And where the hell do we go? These are the questions that have occupied my mind for as long as I can remember.
I went to a Catholic school, but at home, religion was the subject of ridicule. “Religion is the opium of the people,” my father would warn, being a revolutionary socialist with the Che Guevara poster to prove it. Small wonder I lived in a perpetual state of cognitive dissonance. While desperate to believe in the nuns’ benign creator, my young mind could see nothing benign about the constant struggle that was life.
With my introduction to the theory of evolution in 1969 during a fraught viewing of 2001 A Space Odyssey with my elder brother, I thought I had the whole origin of life thing sorted, and I spent considerable time in subsequent years keeping a close eye on our goldfish, expecting one day he’d evolve.
In my declining years, however, and after six decades of observing our little world and its workings, I can no longer believe that we could be the accidental product of some primordial soup. Everything is too well designed, too intricate, and too calculated to be random. But it's all upside down and topsy-turvy.
Our rulers are the worst of humanity. We are, most of us, good people, yet so much evil is done. We have a world of abundance but live in scarcity. Nobody wants war, but it has always been part of our quotidian existence, and we ignore the uncomfortable evidence of our eyes and ears to pretend that the emperor has a fine suit of clothes.
I suspect that we are living in a simulation. A simulacrum or image of the real world… but inverted. It seems like the most plausible explanation for the sort of clown world we inhabit. The world has not gone crazy at all. It is as it was designed to be.
What would be the goal of such a simulation? Well, perhaps to examine how an inversion of the real world would work out, or to discover the victor in a battle between good and evil.
Mind you, I also believe that Paul McCartney died and was replaced and that the best cure for seasickness is to stand under a tree.
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Posted in response to 
The photos are my own