I like finding the meta. That is my understanding, my stupid little ‘contribution’ to the world.

I don’t really want to write about life, so trite. If I had to judge, also pretentious I’d say.

But everyone is a fool at some point, so there. Hope is that I won’t stay that way. Even if it is only natural.

Wouldn’t everyone (individually) like to help everyone? Who doesn’t want to be a hero? (At least for those of us dancing in the maya, by choice or otherwise.)

So here’s my meta (a personal best fractalized [for deepness of details] guess as of 2024):

Everyone is an island inhabited by one.

Land is the spacetime matter; Sea is the ether of thoughts. Beliefs are the relief of the shore; inside is your solid-fluid core. Thinking deeply turns into feeling, lack of function makes life rot.

We’re all bubbles of the universe playing the most realistic VR together (Maya). A simulation, and the same one at that, but not in the way it sounds. The base simulation is very real - virtual only in that there is a deeper reality that can remain unaffected by it, just like we can play video games and forget. Arguably even this potentially unaffected “true reality” is constructed, like colloquial VR is constructed with matter in our Maya, although if we didn’t construct on our island using information from the ‘higher’ abstractions or ‘lower’ realities, there would likely be nothing and we would likely ‘crack’ (the protective barrier of abstraction). Unconstrained construction probably results in madness too, even if of the more reversible kind. There is no provable protocol to get to any others or access any state but the present as we timestep through lives. (Just like within our simulation, even though you can run Doom on a calculator, you can’t play someone else’s save game. Though unlike in our base simulation, you can save state and reset to arbitrary saved states.) All we can do is play the simulations by living in them, and when we want, take information down to construct our island. Sometimes meteors rain down unannounced and affect our core, even if we don’t choose to let that information in. Sometimes we think ourselves up a storm that changes the landscape of the shore, it could even erupt a volcano connected to our core.

That was from our necessarily subjective point of view, from the seat of our experience in Internal Simulation 1 (with each of us an island). Base reality 0 is only ‘like a simulation’ to us because of the relative stacking causing us to ‘look at it’ from here. External Simulation 1 (which is 2 levels out from us) is arguably befitting of the category label “Art”. It is artifice, a purposefully constructed experiencable.

Our (uninhabited) island of experience is only an “island” because that’s most likely the first analogue I experienced (of being utterly alone) in my base simulation, probably through a second order simulation like a movie or book. Simulations can be stacked, with boundaries of abstraction, and cause affect / effect cause in each other like a lab tech through a glove box.