This reality (in which you read these words and where you perceive yourself as a witness or protagonist of the related events) is a computer simulation, a purely arbitrary autistic space, whose actual purposes can be investigated or debated anywhere except within the simulation itself. It follows that everything that happens here is part of that simulation. If you are looking for authentic reality, you need to go elsewhere.
Affirming the above represents the supreme pinnacle of the obviousness that it is possible to externalize in this world. Only an individual in a fit of foolishness or cyclopean madness can interrupt an explicit theatrical performance to reveal that it is a fiction. Consequently, I apologize for my raptus and for the brief suspension.