Computer Simulation

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Nov 04, 2016 

Some say 
we live 
in a 
computer simulation. 
A simulation 
run 
by others 
further along.
Our sentients 
is just
 as real 
as theirs.
“I think therefore I am.”
If this is 
true, 
what do we do?
Some interesting
 possibilities 
could be true.
Could 
we live 
simulated lives 
ad infinitum?
If simulated
 here 
could 
we be simulated 
anywhere?
Could this be 
a game 
and we’re 
judged by results?
Could there be 
consequence 
for how we 
behave?
Could Heaven 
and Hell 
actually be real?
Might want to plan 
accordingly.

 

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