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This will sound daft to all but myself, but daily I grow evermore worried that I’m residing in a VR simulation, for things keep on happening which are simply… well… implausible. Of course, the answer to that from a faith perspective is that material-only explanations of the world are faulty.

While a biologist might posit that the workings of the body are the result of chemical reactions alone — like those packets of glutamate released into our synapses exciting the neurons on the myriad of spines on the dendritic tree, which one of my learned colleagues theorises motivates us to jump out of bed in the morning — our actual experience of consciousness is even more perplexing.

Honestly, I only have two explanations for all that I keep encountering. Yes, the VR hypothesis, that I’m a participant in an advanced synthetic metaverse, programmed with a set of implausible scenarios. Or the other one, that the world is filled with unseen phenomena which defy explanation. Or, well, a third: just lots and lots of mind-blowing coincidences. Take your pick.