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Taronyasbub
35.71023, 139.81071
Altitude: 450 meters. Looking down upon the city just after sunset, adrift in fog. No one has yet proven the true nature of what we call reality. In recent years, one hypothesis has gained prominence: that this world is a simulation. Buddhism has taught the same thing for two thousand five hundred years. Form is emptiness. That which has form holds no substance. It is only recently that quantum mechanics caught up to those words. We may have convinced ourselves that a world no different from a mist of electrons is unmistakable reality. Humanity continues to prove, one by one, that the information in physical space can be rewritten. Thought rewrites reality. Even that is no longer hypothesis. Scattering dust in exchange for convenience, this vista stands upon countless sacrifices. Upon a hidden history, the lights come on again today. And still, we live earnestly within this haze-veiled reality. From those who perceive the true nature of the fog, reality begins to rewrite itself.
