A Sad Fact

I stand on the shores of the Great Sea, and gaze across the grande works; the grand deception; the great simulation, and realise mankind is likely to be the only sentient being in this simulated universe; the earth is likely to be the centre of this universe; few members of the goyim will ever realise the grand myth that has been woven around them about their nature and the lives they lead.

It is a sad fact.

And all the while simulation is projected onto the waters of the Great Sea, the real lives of mankind exist far away. The observers are lulled into believing this sleep they endure, is the only living they will ever know.

It is a loop of time that must surely come to an end sometime; but only when sufficient numbers realise it is their sounds that hold it together; it is their thoughts and their memories that keep the simulation going.

Only then ....