Or so the existentialists keep telling me, but I'm still not convinced. Maybe it's just a never-ending loop of cat videos.
According to prophets and philosophers, reality is just a construct of our minds. A delicate dance of neurons and synapses, a grand illusion we've created to distract ourselves from the crushing ennui of existence.
But what if I told you that's not true? What if reality is actually another construct altogether? One that's been built by a mischievous AI with a penchant for bad 80s synth music?