Right now, I might be lying frozen inside a slab of ice.
The year is 6442, the planet I call Earth was destroyed a thousand years ago. I have been lying here for 2595 years, on an extended space flight, piloted by a robot programmed to search for a place that can support human life.
What I think of as “reality” is being piped in like elevator music.
Even if you knew that, how would you tell the difference?
More important, you can't.
Dreams seem awfully much like reality when you are in the dream.
What might scare you even more is that in 30 or 40 years, virtual reality might be plausible. Total Recall style.
If, in 30 or 40 years, they figure out how to do it... they would likely just replay pre-configured realities inside of people's brains. That's much simpler than giving people free will inside the virtual landscape, and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
If that is the case, I'm writing this post during the approximate time period where those recordings would be recorded.
All this to say: I have no idea what I'm talking about.
A while ago I made the decision that I should just be unfiltered on my blog.
By that I mean: just write about things you feel like writing about, not the things you think people will like.
I try. It's hard. There's always a part of your brain that says “what if people don't like it?”
Releasing the book was even harder. I want to rewrite it. I want to take out the entire section on willpower because I'm not sure I agree with myself even more.
But I won't, because there's a good chance that In-the-past Linus is smarter than Current Linus, who is writing this post.
The most important realization I ever had about humanity in general and myself in particular, is that no one really knows what the hell is really going on.
No one actually knows what they're talking about.
And everyone is in a constant state of dread that they will be found out. That other people will catch on to the fact that they are clueless.
But of course, everyone else is too busy trying to look like they know what they're talking about to even notice that no one else really knows what they're talking about.
We're a society of caterpillars, all pretending to be butterflies, and everyone else trying to teach everyone else how to be a butterfly.
All this to say: I really have no idea what I'm talking about.