Science and a Simulation of Spiritual Proportions
The multi-verse was a rather inspired atheist defense against ubiquitous theological philosophy. These days it is not found to be scientific, and requires assumptions of infinite proportions.
Why would a theory that requires the maximum presumption possible be taken seriously, even by many scientists? Maybe its repeated set of existences infer that everything is reactive happenstance, which works well with the amorality of materialism. Meaninglessness doesn’t care about inhumanity, greed, inequality or the jungle law of Capitalism.
The ridiculous physical requirements for existence to occur might be a scientific inference of an intended universe. This is a challenge for material thinking. Come to think of it, material thinking is an oxymoron.
The “simulated universe” theory is of an intended universe. The third dimension could be simulated from a more complicated dimension, but it’s a reality for us here in our 3 dimensional fishbowl. Should we forget about intention so we don’t have be considered a simulation? This would allow materialism respite to continue whistling in the darkness, a darkness that covers up the material inclination for meaninglessness, a shallowness that tries to avoid considering the likelihood of dimensional depth that goes beyond what can be defined.
What’s the difference if existence is considered a demonstration instead of a simulation? What if everyone saw the universe as being intended? Would religion rise up and recapture the masses? Or could we just have faith in science? We could learn how to measure the power of prayer and try to persuade God to go on tour. Infinity would do a really long encore. Or not.
I had a translation of the Kabbalah once. I didn’t want to study it properly, but I’m as curious as I am lazy, so I did want to read one sentence out of it. I opened it up about a third into it. Maybe it was two thirds, I’m not sure. But I’ll never forget the sentence on which my eyes fell upon:
“To try to define God is blasphemy.”
I was stunned. Maybe I knew what I was doing, but you, or maybe I could have fooled me. I closed the book. Satisfaction chuckled.
It can’t be just me. I mean, something’s going on, right?
Reality doesn’t stop at our ability to comprehend. We can be frustrated and confused about that.
Or we can celebrate our existence as a stretch of scientific possibility with space/time for conscious experience where some find meaning and possible fulfillment in an undefined and richer life.