Saturday, September 06, 2003
Something I've always meant to write, but never quite remember to.
Spoke with someone else quite a while back, and we agreed that the difference between us, and most of the world, was that we'd rather live in the Matrix than outside it.
We'd betray Neo.
Even if I knew everything around me was "fiction" - it wouldn't be fiction to me, if I believed in it. All you'd have to do would be to forget about the door to Reality. Which really, isn't that hard to do if you concentrate at it.
After all, we all live our lives, till we die. A life is a life, real or virtual; the consciousness that guides it is the core. Was it De'escartes who believed, and therefore Was?
We all have the right to choose.
And if I were to actively choose a life of lifelong happiness and laughter, what right would some punk in a black shiny trenchcoat and geeky dark-glasses have, to take it all away from me, and replace it with a life I was forced to live - that was seamy, grey, miserable - and above all, ordinary? Even if he could fly through the air, and run on walls. And fire two pistols two hundred times in three seconds without hitting a thing.
Spoke with someone else quite a while back, and we agreed that the difference between us, and most of the world, was that we'd rather live in the Matrix than outside it.
We'd betray Neo.
Even if I knew everything around me was "fiction" - it wouldn't be fiction to me, if I believed in it. All you'd have to do would be to forget about the door to Reality. Which really, isn't that hard to do if you concentrate at it.
After all, we all live our lives, till we die. A life is a life, real or virtual; the consciousness that guides it is the core. Was it De'escartes who believed, and therefore Was?
We all have the right to choose.
And if I were to actively choose a life of lifelong happiness and laughter, what right would some punk in a black shiny trenchcoat and geeky dark-glasses have, to take it all away from me, and replace it with a life I was forced to live - that was seamy, grey, miserable - and above all, ordinary? Even if he could fly through the air, and run on walls. And fire two pistols two hundred times in three seconds without hitting a thing.
