if all is a simulation then why does everyone
not look like me. why does everyone appear
like a glow of what life is suppose to be - who
designs my simulation? who decides the flavors
the sights, the sounds, the very creations of those
who walk besides me. the broom used to sweep
the food i am given. if it is all a simulation I
would pick such different sounds, a song to fill
my soul, people who resembled me - even care
to stop and pick up litter. there, there is proof
there is a God - because only a God would drop
us in to simmer, maybe even boil until we awoke
realizing there is no simulation: just recurring events
read off a card
