Your name is X? That's pretty cool, but what if I tell you that I
just don't care? And what if you are not the person you think
you are?
We all have labels – the manager, the cleaner, the serial killer,
the terrorist, the programmer...but all of this really means nothing.
That's just a way to identify oneself. It's all about order. Try
that: delete your name – will that make you disappear? I am still
able to see you, and the fact that you are now nameless didn't change
much. I just got a free pass to call you “fatty”.
Labels are quite useful when you live in the MATRIX but mean truly
nothing in the real world. That's scary, isn't it? You may be a
banker in the human world, but nature defines you as just another
creature, which has rented some time and space on the planet. The
MATRIX is a man made reality and is ruled by unnatural laws. When you
go to work, do you really know what's going on? You are a programmer,
they told you, and nothing more. You work, smile & suck and go
home when the boss says so. Some people are happy to live in
Fakeland. They are either ignorant or the ones who created the
illusion. Both are needed for the perfect crime – the murder of
true reality.
Thinking in isolation is the biggest trap this world offers. Nothing
makes sense by itself and to make a successful machinery all
particles must function together. Success is not possible unless all
little bubbles we occupy connect and form one big shield around the
Earth. Our masters know very well that united thinking is the fear
of every emperor. That's why they want us completely detached.
Remember: a lion can only kill a zebra when it's abandoned by the herd. One by one, we drop.
Many people who work in factories never even get to see the finished
product. They are kept in the dark and allowed only to work – no
play. That's for rich people who have different blood – divine.
It's a game we are all part of but the rules are known only to a few.
Why would a peasant need the secret? How would that benefit the kings
of Fakeland – the only place where slavery is freedom? We think
that we think but we don't and we are all living according to a
commonly accepted idea of reality, imposed on us by who knows who.
The world is suffering from global depression, because depression is
just that – living in a box with no cracks to see the light.
Sometimes the windows are taken out by the BIG BROTHER while in other
cases we create a personal matrix within the MATRIX ourselves -
illusion within the illusion. When you are depressed you just want to
die. Money and other material temptations can only do so much and
sometimes, regardless of quantities, they just can't save you from
your fears. You can't start a fire when the tears are flowing like a
river. But sooner or later summer comes back to turn water into air
spreading the flames. You just have to wait long enough.
One-sided love is the second most popular reason people commit
suicide. The first one is, of course, the two sided version. But
what's the common theme that makes them both so deadly? Why can't
people see that killing yourself is only good for the coroners. Love
that makes you kill is not love – it's a crime, against your soul.
To get out of depression you have to start digging an escape tunnel.
It may take years but with persistent work you will eventually escape
or maybe not, but what better thing do you have to do with your time
anyway? Killing yourself? That's your idea of fun?
Once even a little light has entered the room the vision changes and
all invisible ghosts go away, leaving you in the center, mouth
half-open, feeling stupid that you believed in their existence. Soon
it's all going to be just a bad memory. Do the effort and stick to
the end and when it all comes back, as it always does, repeat the
cycle - for as long as possible. Happy is overrated. Living is not or so we hope. {originally written for brusi-music.com}