Like everyone else who has ever lived, I don't really know how the world works, although the idea that we're all the hologram generated by a four-dimensional block of solid spacetime always sound right to me.
But I can not shake the feeling that the world is created by dudes with blank blue faces who build everything in time, minute by minute, just like that episode from the 80s Twilight Zone.
I have felt guilty about walking down back alleys that those poor bastards all had to build from scratch just because I wandered down there, but it keeps them busy for the rest of eternity, I guess.
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