This Simulated, Hyperreal World

Where is this?
This something, This Being?
Where is this Truth,
And how do we speak about it?

The torrential rains
Pour down nothing upon our nothing.
The lightning
(Whatever that my be)
Strikes the tree
(Whatever that may be).
The War on Terror,
This war of attrition,
Does not occur.
However,
The War on Terror
Does Occur.

If I am Me
Then who is I?
I don’t know not-I, nor not-Me,
But wait…
I do know Me
(And I for that matter).

Although there is no President,
There is a “President;”
Although there is no Man,
We still have “Man;”
And though there is no Woman,
There is still “Woman.”
Woman-The “Other” to Some and to None-
Exists through Non-Existence.

How ought we to square this?

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