This illusion in which we reside is spectacular. The cracks in the sidewalk, the rust, the smog, road construction, taxes, wars—all of those imperfections—are so perfect.
Somewhere in the movie, The Matrix, it was mentioned that the first program the machines created was peaceful and perfect, but we rejected it. This makes sense. If everything was perfect, we'd all likely be suspicious that something was up. It's that stubbed toe, negative balance in the checking account, or dirty dishes that manage to keep us locked into thinking that any of it is real.
Quantum physics has proven that at the sub-sub-sub-sub-sub atomic level, there really isn't anything; just empty space. Though it may only appear as such until we have more sophisticated monitoring devices.
It is nothing short of a miracle that our non-physical selves were so brilliant as to create something so convincing, for no other reason than to give ourselves a physical experience.
Even coming from a place of complete knowledge and understanding of all things, it makes sense that we would desire a physical experience. In essence, this could be considered
wisdom, as it is said that “wisdom is knowledge applied”. After all, we could talk about what it feels like to have sex all day long and it would not even come close to the actual experience.
