If my life was a simulation, I wouldn’t panic. Id be curious. If all my beliefs were wrong, I’d drop them without mourning...beliefs aren’t identities. If God turned out to be fictional, or the wrong god, or the devil was actually God, I would’t feel betrayed. Id feel relieved that morality was never outsourced in the first place. I don’t believe because I was told to...I question because I was told. And if everything resets in another universe, with full awareness of this one, then meaning doesn’t disappear. It just stops pretending it was handed down. I kinda like the idea of that a little too much. Because truth wouldn't offend me. Certainty tho, would.