I have a working theory that humans are part of a simulation we think is real life that is directed by smarter beings in the sky. It’s the only plausible-to-me explanation of the state of the world. These beings or hell, AIs, are behind some sort of universal command center hitting buttons, dropping situations to the planet like obstacles in front of our bicycles in the 1980s video game, Paperboy. Speaking of AIs, this post was not written by ChatGPT.
I am not one who finds any sort of relief, solace, or hope in organized religion. I can buy into the idea of universal forces and energy, but god and gods resonate less.
I don’t think Perry Farrell and Peter DiStefano had it wrong. (Full lyrics from the song “Pets” by Porno for Pyros condensed below.)
“Children are innocent, yeahTeenagers fucked up in the headAdults are even more fucked upAnd elderlies are like children…
Will there be another race toCome along and take over for us?Maybe Martians could doBetter than we’ve doneWe’ll make great pets…
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