Uncoding Divinity: Echoes of a Rendered Cosmos—Is the Simulation Hypothesis just another religion?

Excerpt: You wake up. The world breathes its familiar pulse—ordinary, immutable, and deceitful. The sky arches overhead in algorithmic precision, rendering in infinite gradients of blue. The wind moves not with purpose but with procedural indifference, simulated textures folding into one another like careless memory compression. You feel it but suspect something deeper: a hidden substrate humming beneath reality’s skin. Was this always here, or is this a new corruption in the code?