In which I come to the conclusion that nothing has really concluded.
In which I try to point out that bits of the answer are all around us, if we can just pull the right sequence out of the bag…
In which I poke at a few of the mysteries of the world and ask: do they point to strangeness in our world, or the world without?
In which I turn the tables on our exploration and say: why don’t we look closer at the things we presume are flaws, to find the sources?
In which I peel back a layer, and reveal the ultimate simulation.