The Illusion of Existence

We’ve already established that relativity must deceive us in order to exist. Now here’s where it gets even trickier. Our life, our existence, it’s all just a mere illusion.

Hey! Where are you going? Just bear with me for a moment. No seriously, this will be fun.

Here we go. The universe needs something to interpret it to be relevant. Whether it be us or birds or dinosaurs or crabs. It NEEDS life. It’s kind of like this blog (and for that matter many others). Apparently I’m writing these articles for my health because it seems no one is reading them. Perhaps I need to engage in a little trickery of my own. Post a fake Paris Hilton/John Tesh sex tape or something like that. Anyway, bitterness aside. The universe is a bit of an attention-whore, why else would it go through so much trouble to make life possible on this one odd little planet? Now there could be other life-forms out there. But for the fun of it—what if we are the only planet that contains life? What if in the infinite universe we are the only one (1)? Wouldn’t that be something? What if we are the universe’s “eye?” Okay, now that I put that out there, let’s dig a little deeper.

RELATIVITY IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ILLUSION
Dogs and humans age differently. Your beloved pooch is considered “old” after about 10-12 years. At that same time you’re just finishing up your grammar school career. Because time is relative our lifespans are relative. Let me go ahead and beat this dead horse—time, like everything else cannot be parsed down to nothing, it can also not be capped so that must mean that time does not truly exist because it cannot be encapsulated. We view time as seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, etc. then we “die.” Does time stop then? No, it doesn’t even stop for our “dead” bodies because we just continue on our evolutionary journey. Right now, we are aware of our existence. We are aware of our growth and the growth of those around us, yet we never “see” it. It seems to just happen. One moment your daughter is five, fifteen years later she is twenty and you are incapable of processing all of the time that has elapsed. The past years flit by your mind’s eye like a dream. It seems just like yesterday your daughter was five years old. Our perception is a tricky thing. We often wonder what happens after “death,” but not much about what happened before “birth.” These phenomenons are the same thing. Over an infinitesimal period all of the elements that have congealed to make you who you are today were rushing through countless other people to create you just as it created them (MySpace game).

All right so if we cannot comprehensively measure time because it cannot be measured against the infinite universe then time doesn’t theoretically exist and therefore our existence which is reliant on our perception of time is just a mere illusion—then why does it feel so real? It’s because of relativity. The universe is not magnificent without us. Matter of fact, the universe would not “exist” without us. Just think about that for a moment. If something were to wipe everything out the universe scrambles to create new life. There will always be life. That fact is inescapable. Something has to interpret the universe or why else would it exist. Without your perception you do not exist. So size, space and time do not technically exist because there is no ultimate yard stick by which to measure them. We measure everything by how it “relates” to us. The sun is large because its mass is equivalent to 100,000 Earths. We stand next to a Redwood tree it appears massive, we stand next to Bonsai tree we appear massive.

Here’s the thing, we are infinite too. We cannot be broken down to nothing and we will always exist in one form or another in the universe for eternity. But because we are needed to admire the universe we have to be “tricked” into thinking we occupy it for just a brief period of time. The universe as you clearly see thrives on relative diversity. The reason we “die” is to clear room for new life to experience it. If you look at our solar system, every object gets its turn in the sun. It’s that BDR (birth, death, resurrection) thing.

Let’s look at the Matrix movies. The premise is that an advanced artificial intelligence farms us to power their civilization. In order for us to be adequate power sources our minds need to be occupied. This is taken care of via an elaborate computer generated fantasy land that seems uncannily like reality. You are born, you have life experiences and you die and then your body is literally fed to the others. Of course we’re not privy to this, we think we’re just living normal lives. In our reality it is not advance artificial intelligence, it’s relativity. That’s why on most nights you never look up at the stars staring down on you. The place where you and this entire solar system came from hovers right above our heads every damn day and night. But what do we do when we need answers we go inside buildings and read books and listen to a man misinterpret almost everything in these books. The “sun” he speaks of is right outside those giant doors. You were just out in it. You may have even remarked how hot it was, but you will not acknowledge its presence as a manifestation of your savior. Why?

Because that’s just pagan nonsense!

Where do you think your religion came from? Look at your cross.

Christians typically view this as a symbol of Jesus’ crucifixion, but it’s really a part of this:

Yeah, that’s a pagan symbol. The Celtic cross actually blends the two of these together.

Whatcha gotta say about that? I kid. I kid. Okay, back to the illusion of life. We’ve established that everything is infinite and time doesn’t exist and that our BDR timeline is just a trick to make us think that we exist for a finite period of time because we are not aware of our pre-birth experience and post-death experience. I know, this is some crazy stuff to wrap your head around. I can’t even do it myself. I’ll leave you with this:

Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.