I just rewatched The Good Place and I’m having an existential crisis… (again)
Like what if, everything I’m seeing is just a simulated reality of a habitable planet, but its all just part of the torture? And worst yet, what if everyone else is just a demon torturing me…
See: Climate Change, Politics, I mean wtf, I leave PRC, an authoritarian country, just to end up in another autocracizing country? (talking about USA btw) Like this seems like part of the script, this is a torture chamber. All the racism I faced, bullying, evil teachers, people olaying loud music in the middle of the night, shitty parents, random kids screeching throught the neighborhood, Everything. Like if this world is really a random chaotic universe, there should be both good and bad if things are random. But the overwhenming thing is just bad. This just has to be a torture chamber. My “parents” and my “brother” could just be demons in disguise trying to torture me.
Like IDK why I’m even asking this, all of Lemmy could be part of the torture, what if everyone on Lemmy is also a demon that are gonna dismiss my theory anyways. (Hello Lemming Demons 👀)
And you might say “Well if its hell, why did they let you know about such a concept”, well that’s the thing, it makes it more realistic. If a subject in this Fake Universe Torture Chamber wants to question it, the other “people” who could be demons that would dismiss the claim and just say “that’s a work of fiction”.
Oh yea btw, if this is actually The Bad Place, I have something to say to the demons: go fuck yourselves with your demon tentacles, ya basic
Okay I’m not literally saying I believe all this, but its a scary concept to think about. And now I can’t sleep. Thanks, The Good Place
Is “actually Earth” some idealised version of Earth where the greedy and the corrupt don’t inevitably end up ruining everything for everyone but themselves? Because otherwise “actually Earth” and Hell could well be the same damn thing.
Or if you subscribe to the Catholic fanfic that is Dante’s Inferno, we can talk about circles of hell, each one worse than the last. And where we are right now clearly isn’t the bottom one. It definitely feels like it’s dropped a layer or two in recent years, but we haven’t hit rock bottom.
I could add a “yet” to that, but for some in this wondrous circle, it definitely already feels like it, and some feel like they’re thundering towards it with no way to stop it.
But, I guess I’m feeling philosophical at the moment, because this just occurred to me: If there’s a fly in the ointment, it means we have ointment.
These words will probably ring hollow in a few days when the ointment catches fire. (I’m not sure what that means in terms of translating back from metaphor into reality, but ointment catching fire definitely feels like something that could happen.)
We don’t know but it’s impossible to prove or disprove so just ignore the possibility and get on with your life