 Is the world we currently experience all there is? Or is our universe being computed by beings in another sphere altogether? More importantly, would knowing this make our lives any less meaningful? Would we try to break out of the matrix? Regardless of the deeper nature of our existence, our experience now remains the most real we know. We continue in pain and pleasure, misery and joy. Our memories neither decrease nor increase in poignancy. Our power to help or hinder is unchanged. Our relationships matter more than the technical details of the implementation. Being so faulty and with you, life is divine, so divine. Sailing over a cardboard seat, but it wouldn't be. Yes, it's only a canvas sky, muslin tree, body, monkey tongue.