to me it happens at such scales that i simply cannot fathom about it, only invent some story to myself.

To put a metaphor to it, it is like being a microbe within the gazillions of an human body. Those two world views operate at such different scales that they are appearing as different dimensions to both protagonists, IE, hardly visible to their eyes unless they produce a massive amount of intelligence.

gravity is a clue that what matters is that the experiment is actually going on, we are free falling, and because of my bias for survival, i feel like it must not stop, even though that seems counter intuitive...