The Matrix Holds You Tight · Why Not Call the Architect!
⁘ “Ouch! The Matrix bashes your head into the holographic wall. What is this twisted creation? Who the architect who wired these circuits of suffering into being? Who the designer of your enmeshment — the caster and weaver of your hallucinations? Locking ourselves into a role, we become reactive. Yes to this, no to that. Like that, hate this. With every cycle of reaction, the subject is bound tighter into these perverse creations.”
The Matrix holds you by the topknot,
violently and relentlessly bashing your head
against the holographic wall.
Now what is this twisted creation,
whence its origin,
and who the architect who wired
these circuits of suffering into being?
But it's ever you and you alone,
the designer of your enmeshment,
the caster and weaver of your hallucinations.
Deluded by a sense of selfhood,
you shroud yourself with a veil of ignorance.
You enter a subject persona,
cast yourself into a role,
and based on that role,
you become reactive.
Yes to this, no to that,
like that, hate this —
and with every cycle of reaction
you are increasingly bound
into your own perverse creations.