My religion

In my case for the simulation theory, I explain how the emergence of a universe out of nothing, and the existence of a god from nothing, seem equally plausible. I show the weaknesses of the evolution theory, but also, the implausibility of a benevolent deity governing our purpose through love and consideration.

If indeed this plane of existence has a purpose, this purpose is not for us; it’s for something or someone else.

No loving god would leave its creations out to dry without regarding them enough to at least tell them why they are there. No religious text is proof of anything. The fact that there are so many religious cosmic theories goes to show that no true god exists; at least not the way we imagine it.

Rationalizing this apparent divine indifference as “free will” does not negate the fact that we find ourselves in an existence that we never freely willed.

I suspect that we are parts of a simulation that has a purpose, but there is no individual purpose for each of us. Spiritual philosophies tend to say “we are one”; perhaps they mean we all serve a purpose that belongs to something bigger than each and every one of us.

So, a single life doesn’t matter in this obviously indifferent reality. There is no purpose to genocide, child abuse, torture, depression, addiction. No individual gains from this.

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is something abusers say to rid themselves of the guilt from their abuse of others.

There is no meaning in suffering, even though we’d like to arbitrarily give it meaning.

Yet, we desperately search for meaning through purpose, and we seek purpose through identity.

But deep down we know that there is no true meaning to our insignificant life, and we try through megalomaniac immortality projects to “change the world.” But we are just a flicker of light in infinity, no matter what we do in this frail existence.

So why are we here? Why does this reality exist? It is the question we get when we are alone with ourselves free from delightful distraction.

The “why…”

It seems logical to me, with the logical capacities of the nature given to me, that this existence is a mixture of rules and randomness, just like a simulation. Perhaps its reason to be is the generation of data complexity, be it art, ingenuity, history, philosophy.

Maybe we are here to create ideas for someone else to use for their own purpose. But that purpose is not ours.

And perhaps this is where “free will” comes to rationalise the indifference of this reality: we are thrown into unfree parameters, and allowed to behave “freely” within those parameters.

This is a simulation.