Reality

poem by: John Prophet
Written on May 03, 2019 

I’m here!
I see me.
I hear me.
I’m here.
What’s here?
Where’s here?
Am I real?
What’s real?
Virtual universe.
Possible!
Quantum computer 
generated?
Possible!
We don’t know
all that’s
possible 
so anything
is possible.
Would it matter?
“I think 
therefore 
I am.”
Would it 
matter how
I came to be?
Virtual world,
virtual rules.
If virtual, will
I die?
Cease to exist.
If virtual here,
virtual
anywhere?
Will I simply 
derez, or
pop up
elsewhere?
Possible.
Virtual immortality?
Possible!
Virtual 
life after
death?
“I think
therefore 
I am.”
Possible.

 

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