What if you already get it? I don’t mean having the best reality presentation (i.e. the best one liner) after dinner with friends when all the political and personal topics have been exhausted. I mean when you are sitting with someone in casual conversation at a meal when the large bird flying by the window reveals to you for the zillionth time that you are living inside a universe size hologram. What to do? You have already backed out of your holographic universe slowly enough many times before so that nobody notices, and you have found yourself ecstatically aware of life outside the veils of that illusion like Tom Hanks staring into the camera at the end of Cast Away.
The world, however, is not so easily shaken off. Back at the table between responses in the conversation, you have to deal with the realization that “you” don’t exist outside the hologram. The “you” that doesn’t exist inside the hologram exists in its own way and you conclude that it can probably dash off to some other arena of the cosmos once its fascination with this earth experience is over because you know that it has that same hidden itch moving it as you do sitting at the table lifting the fork of food into your mouth. But then what about you?
So, what you know settles in like a gentle snowfall over the years until little of that holographic self remains to greet the day, and you ponder the possibilities of further gradual accumulation of the knowing that you aren’t real until your body gives up the ghost, or you make an ecstatic plea for the whole thing to turn into a divine rush of pure existence fire which ravages the life out of the pretender standing at his holographic window waiting to be taken away one holographic day.