My Thoughts
When then is truth the truth? It is difficult if nigh impossible to discern what is true in a world blanketed with the fog of vague accommodation, exacerbated by the smoke and mirrors of unholy hallucinogenic carnival now set before us. It is a nightmare within a nightmare, everlasting should we perchance never awaken. For a frightening moment now The Matrix seems far too real to be dismissed as mere science fiction. Could it possibly be reality is but a dream? Where is Neo when we need him? Who among us is willing to take the red pill and wake up to reality, to know the truth, to be freed from the umbilicus of the propaganda machine?