The Invisibles

by Grant Morrison

I’m just a virtual construct in a virtually constructed world.

“So from a scientific perspective, neither objective reality nor virtual reality is proven. And what is happening is that modern physics with things like time dilation and space contraction, teleportation, multi-existence and so on, seem actually more supportive of a virtual reality universe than an objective reality one.”

Maybe we’re all just virtual constructs of our souls, playing a game where we cannot break the speed of light or defy gravity, but have anomalies like UFOs and angels and anything else that goes against the programming rules of the “universe.”

Hell, at one time, my theory of LOST was that they were all trapped in virtual reality simulation.

Parasite Changes Host Into Desirable Food to Further Its Own Survival

Presumably, the dramatic change in appearance and behavior tricks birds into eating infected ants – parasites and all – so that the bird can spread the parasite in its feces. The fruit-eating birds’ droppings, which are mostly seeds and insect parts, are gathered by other ants who then feed and unwittingly infect their young.

I was wondering; what if we were a parasitic organism placed on this planet to transform it into something else?

What if our destruction/transformation of our environment was engineered by some other unknown system/entity to make us ore the earth something else that was desired by said unknown system/entity ?

I always knew that time wasn’t real…

Related to the previous post, I’ve found this bit at Discover about how time may not exist.

No duh.

Time is Slavery

I was running behind on getting to work on time. My tea, which I had steeping since I went into the shower, was growing cold. The dogs still needed to be fed. And somewhere a great clock was ticking away these moments.

Finally in the car on my way to work I started thinking about time. Why time? Who is really keeping track of time? Does god keep track of time? Maybe god is god because time does not exist for him? IF time did not exist for me, would I become (a) god? What would the world like be without time?

I’m starting to think that time is a concept created to enslave us. We are tied to time in all things from our sleep to our jobs to the interest earned in our accounts.

Time is slavery.

Why is not important. What’s missing is who is enslaving us with the concept of time?