Dateline 1-8-2017

As I grow older and older I'm beginning to buy more and more into the idea that we are living in a simulation of reality. I wouldn't say that I believe this in literal terms as in we're living in a computer and everything is digital but it wouldn't take much more evidence to pull me into that crowd. The simulation I am talking about is a forced perspective that is dictated by those who control our "history."

Of course, I believe the broad strokes like this war led to that war and that war led to this. It's really sad how the timeline of human history is divvied up by war. Which leads to the old adage that history is ruled by the victors and it's the covering up of the victors' "good guy" atrocities that create the synthetic feel of reality.  

The thing is, there are more victors than just the nation involved in big events. Whether it's science winning over religion making the sun the center of our solar system, or the cashier at the corner store that got you to give up on the fight for miscounted change the results get written in the books to then get blurred with addendums and time.

It's sad that our anchors of existence are tied to conflict. Look at how most people break down their lives. People will almost always gloss over the periods of joy but will give precise details about the events that cause those periods to change. "Everything was going good until..." They then go into every detail about the events that ruined the feeling of stasis.

With a blind obsession of what went wrong, we create narratives of what the other side must have been thinking in an attempt to clear out the craw. These narratives are filled with half-truths and speculation that leaves us living a life that is only based on a true story.

That's why, computer based or not, we are living in a simulation of reality and not the real deal.

This was going to be a post about how cyclical generations are teetering between periods of pampering and neglect but somehow ended up here instead. That's fine, I've got plenty of time to fill and may try again tomorrow.

Until then, it's off to watch another episode of Saturday Night Live.

Talk to you soon when I chime in with my findings,

The Wicker Breaker