What used to mean to me just a thing that gamblers say, has become something more in my recent thinking. It is a simple idea that everyone is just a character in a game. Very simplistic, Matrix-like and (thus) not interesting.
What is interesting to me though, is the potential for an absurd paradox. What if the ultimate goal of society is to create a perfect game in which you can live an entire life different from yours, in whichever era, in whichever place on Earth…
Imagine a future, where a brain is just one of potential physical representations of consciousness. You could let your sense of identity lay somewhere else, while fully immersing into the Game. The complete, ideal game without a goal. The perfect game to escape from your misery. The game not to play, but to live.
And when you die, you just wake up, your identity is returned to you, and you continue to live your life. All of this would be time independent. Without having to feed your brain, we become practically immortal (in the sense of mind being equal to person, since body would still age)
In no way should this be understood as saying that suicide is the way out of a lie. My point is that if this were true, we would encounter an extraordinary paradox, the endless cycle (or recursion, if you will) of escaping the life we live. A beautiful, sick joke from the initial creator.