Aubade #6 – The Observer Effect

This blue wallet that’s in front of me right now. It is not blue.

I know, it sounds crazy. But physics tells us that this wallet simply absorbs most light waves and reflects only that specific frequency, which my eye’s receptors catch and my brain “translates” as “blue.” It’s the same with sound. What you call “music” is, in reality, the silent, sequential vibration of air molecules, which your hearing apparatus “catches” and your brain perceives as melody.

Colors don’t exist. Sounds don’t exist. There is only vibration and our brain—a brilliant but unreliable translator.

And if that doesn’t sound crazy enough, scientists tell us something even more unimaginable: the Observer Effect. The fact that you are looking at something changes the nature of that something. Your gaze is not passive. It is an active force that shapes reality.

We gave a name to everything—”wallet,” “blue,” “music”—and we think we’ve tamed the universe with this. But are we satisfied? Do we even know what’s really happening?

And this is where “Zurab Kostava’s Theory” (a shameless exhibition of runaway thoughts, Part #99) comes in:

What if God, or “The Source,” or whatever you want to call it—is an artist, a creator? A gigantic, cosmic 3D Artist. And this universe of ours, with all its galaxies, black holes, and our little blue planet—is simply one of His works. One, unbelievably complex “render.” And He is observing us, how we create reality, how we invent alphabets, and how I am writing this nonsense right now. Maybe this is my “Tower of Babel”?

So, my theory is this:

We live in a simulation; one artist or creative group is creating a gigantic world. This explains why reality isn’t perfect. Why “bugs” (injustice, pain) exist. Because no art project is ideal. And this explains why we only perceive a small fraction of vibrations and waves—because the artist “rendered” only what was necessary for the composition. He didn’t give us the ability to use our brain’s full potential. The rest of the details were simply “disabled” for optimization.

And the “Observer Effect”? This is the most interesting part. We, as part of this “render,” are also little artists. And when we observe, create, love, write music—we are, in fact, adding new “layers” to this gigantic file. We are helping the main artist finish the work.

And what is death? Death is simply the end of participation in the “render” process, exiting the game. “Ctrl+S.” Our consciousness, our experience, our feelings are saved, like a file, on the main artist’s cosmic “hard drive,” to be used later in a new, even crazier project. You don’t disappear and you don’t die, you get archived.

So, we are part of a divine art project. Our existence is art. And this means our purpose is to be the most interesting and beautiful “brushstroke” possible.

The only thing that bothers me is that if this is really true, I hope our artist’s computer has a good cooling system, otherwise, with this much “rendering,” we won’t escape the “Blue Screen of Death” (if he uses Windows, of course).

And still, what the hell is going on? Doesn’t that main artist also have his main artist, and won’t that main artist also have an artist?

P.S. I haven’t smoked anything. Really.