I can't shake the feeling that we live in a simulated reality. I don't think anything around us is real.
I don't think this in a mentally ill way, like in a disassociated way. I think about it in a mathematically proven way.
Like we will make simulations, and those simulations will have simulations in them. They will branch out like a binomial tree. So, the odds of this not being a simulation are 1/n where n is a limit approaching infinity. That's 0%. Of course, n would actually just be a really, really large number. The limit is just an approximation but the point still stands.
I just can't get that fact out my head. I don't know whether I exist higher up and I'm plugged in here or if I'm just an entity in this simulation. But it's all fucking fake, man.
Knowing that, how can people be content living their life just making money, fucking, and having kids? How can you not want to find out all you can about our simulation -- what it is, who made it, what are its rules, etc?