Notes From Inside the Machine: Volume 4
Skitzo Apocalypse
Skitzo Apocalypse
Notes From Inside the Machine: Volume 4
What if you found out that there was a lie that could be told for the benefit of the greater good? Would you share it, knowing the potential for noble outcomes?
Walk with me past the doorways and hallways, past the secret rooms and the whispers written down from ancient tombs.
Like a Novocaine injection directly to your mind,
could this be what remedies the suffering?
The world is filled with your ideas about it,
but close your eyes and it disappears.
Open them and it’s not the same world you left;
never present, never future,
always past.
The lines we draw are seemingly vivid
but vaguely understood under the microscope.
Believing you are normal can only exist to its counter-example: someone else who isn’t.
Allow me to offer this contrast as a thought experiment.
A person in a psychotic state experiences a sort of dissociation from reality.
A long list of behavior,
myriad and highly specific,
necessary for mapping medicine
and the psychotic therapy.
Institutions for solutions
which bring the person subtly crashing back to reality.
Where is the reality they were experiencing
if nowhere else but here?
Where is the “there”?
Did they touch something in their “dreamstate”? Does it matter if it was matter?
Platonists and Epicureans would argue brain function over ideals of perfection.
Jung will give you archetypes,
while Sagan would say you’re arrogant for thinking you could live past your mortality.
But the idea I am presenting
is one that is more rooted in theory:
what if we are in a machine
and we put ourselves here because of our obsession with immortality?
Who’s to say art didn’t imitate life
long before the Matrix trilogy?
The delay of light from stars to your eyes,
perception seems to be fed
more than it seems random.
In Ancient Greece, the parelthon was a combination of two words:
para meaning close by or next to,
and elthon meaning I am coming or coming back to.
So my question remains: back to where?
“Where” must be a preset destination in order to exist at all, and it has to be relative to something.
So now, back to the lie for the greater good.
Human doubt is what makes us powerful,
and faith is its arch-nemesis,
forever bound by conflict.
But the war is what pushes the evolution,
and the cause paints the effect.
Your mind is the only place you can be God,
so close your eyes and take off into the skies.
But watch your steps on Earth,
“lest you fall from your heavenly gaze.”
If there wasn’t a destination, then what’s the need for the walk?
Notes From Inside the Machine To be continued…