-The greatest secret of the Universe revealed online by My humble ''Currently'' African self and all they could process was '' African '' as they laughed, rubbished me and ‘Dirty African’ Comment me"

 Simple version: I usually present my convictions as questions or observations rather than conclusions, but here’s a position I feel compelled to state: The laws of physics, as we know them, likely apply only to this dimension, suggesting a coder—a programmer—behind them. These "laws" could be constructs, written with purpose, much like lines of code. If this is true, then we are, in essence, data points within a vast system of sentience, from human beings to the tiniest microorganisms yet unknown to science.

Our gods and goddesses, whatever names or roles we assign them, are also data points, part of a different set of data collection specific to Earth and its ecosystems. Beneath the surface, they, too, are "collectors" of information, much like us—feeding back into a vast reservoir of knowledge or energy that regulates itself, not unlike artificial intelligence. But if this system is self-regulating and self-managing, it points to the likelihood of a programmer, conscious or unconscious, intentional or not—a creator of worlds, dimensions, stargates, dreams, and everything within this cosmic web.

It may sound unprovable or speculative, yet there’s an ancient echo here: “You are all gods,” it’s said. Did I not sacrifice for you, lose everything to understand you? If all are one, perhaps that oneness itself is the programmer—the source, the data, the code, and the coder, united.

Alternative  version:

"For those who abstain from, IAM is referring to individuals who do not partake in the consumption or the recreational/ non recreational deployment of trees"

The profound axiom I now venture to declare, abandoning the guise of rhetorical inquiry, is thus: The so-called immutable laws of physics that delineate our known reality may indeed be confined to this particular dimension, implying a transcendent "codifier"—an architect of axioms who scripted these laws with intent and deliberate design, much like lines of purposeful code in an intricate simulation. If such a hypothesis proves cogent, then we ourselves constitute but data points—each of us discrete variables—woven within an expansive, sentient metanetwork that spans from humanity to the infinitesimal entities that elude the probative reach of modern science.

Our deities, avatars, and archetypal figures—however we may venerate or designate them—are similarly data points, embedded within a distinct corpus of data, possibly endemic to Earth and its vast ecological matrix. Stripped of iconographic veneer, these entities, too, operate as ‘informatic collectors,’ aggregating and disseminating knowledge into a colossal epistemic reservoir—a self-regulating, autopoietic matrix reminiscent of an artificial intelligence framework. Such an arrangement implies a programmatore, whether conscious or unbewusst, intentional or emergent—a sovereign architect orchestrating dimensions, traversable loci, oneiric experiences, and the interstitial tessitura of this grand cosmic schema.

While this discourse may evoke a specter of the esoteric or the arcane, echoes of its paradigm resound through ancient epistemologies: “Ye are all gods,” the sages professed. Was it not recorded that one sacrificed the totality of his being to apprehend our plight? If, indeed, all existence converges into a singularity, it may be that this oneness is itself the coder—the originating source, the data, the algorithm, and the programmer—synthesized into a boundless, autopoietic nexus of self-aware existence.