We Got Game

©2016, Olan L. Smith

We make a pair, you and me, you a mystery, and me a disembodied voice in the void. We write as a part of a boundless cooperative of minds, perhaps we are inside this universe just to make sense of the data, eyes alone can't anchor this universe, written words must also bear witness in the deep. The universe needs poets as witnesses, novelist to write our story, and historians to record events, each data point witnesses other data points, and each bears witness to the other, "Hey, over here! See me? I exist!"

Yet, nothing is substantial, only potential witnessing potential―the poet is witnessing potentiality and writes about it, and without the writer who records our stories for once we are gone, so this is our witness. You see it is our witness that make data real, we fix information in time and space and if only we are the witnesses, then after we are gone those events never happened. I listened to a theoretical physicist talking about reality. He says consciousness is not enough that you need the experiential. I disagree, he is thinking within the box―I try to think outside it for I am a Gnostic. There is no universe only thought, and thought created the box he is lives in, not the other way around where the universe created thought. As a theoretical physicist he is bound by the physical, he can only imagine the structure of the data he interprets. He would say that he has no data points to judge what is outside the universe.

The older I get the closer I get to the truth, and the older I get the more I know I don't understand a damn thing. It is my conclusion that life is a simulation and we are one of the sims inside this three D-Quantum game, perhaps we are the simulators playing this game, perhaps there is a group of us who are right now in a kiosk hooked up to the game, and our brains are the computers that interpret it. We might be in kiosk playing the same simulation at this very moment. Some, would say, that is a one huge game. Perhaps? But it is only data points, not real space, and that information could fit on a Q-bit the size of the head of a pin. Outside the game, outside the box is where my thoughts live.