YOU NAME IT

SHALL I CONCLUDE?

An ongoing theme of this book has been my relentless efforts at avoiding taking sides. All that I've stood for so far, has been the fact that alcohol is good for you, even despite the popular opinion, and the convention that drinking is bad, cause it numbs your brain and your senses. But I think that's what it does best. (It's funny how I myself have never drunk alcohol.)

But as I was saying, I've always tried to not put myself on any side of the debates that I create, and I've avoided using the names of philosophical theories that people know and use. (Such as determinism, existentialism, porn watchingism, etc.) And thus by doing so, I've not made the debate in two sides that you can either join or detest, there are no opposing sides and no supporting sides.

I've tried to create something that gives you a chance of doing something different, beyond the typical routine of supporting free will or accepting the sheer harshness of determinism inherent in this world. I've always tried to have a vague mist, a mental maze, that challenges the mind rather than giving it any answers. Cause if anyone claims that they have the answers, you know damn well that is an outright fabrication.

In this attempt of a mind challenging maze, (Now it is your turn to tell me, has this attempt been successful or not? Did I make you question any of your beliefs?) I think there lies a rather rare opportunity for the so unfortunate who have picked up this book, to not see the world as the black and white that they always see, but to come up with their own shade of grey, to conclude whatever they think of the chapter and learn something new, but then throw it out of the window with the alcohol part. To truly experience something so bizarre that who knows, maybe they'd even like.

In this last chapter, (No, believe me, this is the last one, yeah I remember rule number 1... but this is really the end, yes after this chapter you will get to see the back cover, yes it's a very enticing back cover.) I've decided, or it has been pre-determined for me to conclude my own thoughts in a chapter with a more serious tone, whatever I have thought of and figured out lies here, so here it goes, ....

It's all of my answers.

It's where it finally makes sense.

Here lies the answer to the question I've had all these times...

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"ZEBRAS ARE BLACK WITH WHITE STRIPES, AND THEY HAVE THE PERMISSION TO THROW THE "N" WORD AROUND, NOW I FINALLY FEEL COMPLETE AND PEACEFUL".

And you thought I'd ever grow up, ah god how disappointing.

But to be serious, the following scenarios on how the world has been created are the most plausible possibilities that I can think of. I'm not saying these are definitive and nothing else is possible. For all we know the universe could've been created by some intelligent hybrid zebras sent from the future. After all, this is far more realistic than the thought of having a caring god creating it all. But as I said, unfortunately, zebra-gods are unlikely, so here goes a more realistic approach.

1. As Elon Musk so elegantly and horrifyingly puts it "There is a one in a billion chance that we are living in base reality." What he basically means is that we most probably are living in some kind of a simulation created by a more advanced civilization. That thought alone is terrifying on its own, but gets worse when you look at the theories that do a very good job of making it seem like the answer all people with too much free time on their hands have been looking for. (That is what philosophers are, right?)

One of the weirder chapters in the book was "We are available". I hope the title wasn't misleading. What I meant was that we are available on the play store, (Fancy rich, inhabitants of Beverly hills, are on the iOS app store.) and all that is needed to download our world or our universe is a solid connection to the Internet. Just imagine them gods opening whatever device they have on their hands, connecting to whatever alternatives they have to the internet, and just search for a world with dick dictators and bad pop music, and just download our entire universe. And that would be all we have ever been or will ever be. Imagine the good guys, Martin Luther King, or Gandhi, how much they have suffered for something truly trivial. (The teenage boy who is playing me now, can you please either 1. Make me have sex already?!?! 2. Make this book sell so I could take care of number one myself? Thanks, best regards.)