26/365 - The Matrix isn't Fiction

Jan 30, 2012 12:22

The matrix isn’t science fiction. It’s real. And today has been one of those days that made me wonder if escape is ever really possible.

I don’t mean that we are asleep at the mercy of machines that are using us for power although when I say it like that, that has a ringtone to it. I mean that we are the mercy of the notion of safety. We are in society’s cage. We are victimized by our parent’s expectations, the fear of being destitute, the addiction to the illusion of security, and the total denial of the obvious worst that stares us in the face every waking hour.

Try to escape it you’ll find the walls. Money will be poured on you. Advice will be given to you. Responsibility will be given to you. It’s more weight that helps keep the matrix in place. Free spirits are the enemy of society.

In movies where dimensions of evil are unlocked, they’re often described as dimensions of pure chaos. As if order is the natural enemy of evil. As if order is all that is good. It’s been hammered into us the way that metal is hammered into the shape of swords.

And I believe it’s always been this way. I believe it was this way in Hawaii in 300 BC. I believe it was this way in New York in 1955. I believe it will be this way centuries from now.

There is no escape. All you can do is follow your heart and more importantly, listen to your to heart. Whether or not there’s an afterlife, reincarnation, or nothing at all, I’m relatively sure that this life is a singular experience. The stakes are much higher than anyone will ever be comfortable with.

So good luck, fellow traveler.

tags

heart, sad, poetry

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