Are we living our own lives?
Are we free?
Are we doing what we really want to do?
Are our desires real?
Living in society, among shops, pharmacies and examples of someone's luxurious life. Feeding on what the long store shelves offer us. Unconditionally trusting the authorities.
Do we remain ourselves in this?
Still, probably not.
Loving food from the store, dreaming about toys from advertising, sitting all the time on social networks, tied to a credit chain to buy a new phone or housing.
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Or running to "Bystrodengi" to borrow money for "booze", and then running away from the collectors.
As freedom is shouted from every hole, we are less free than we have ever been before.
Take the phone away from us, and the roof will go. Already grown, that's it.
And what a delicious matrix food. Sausage, fast food, chips and pizza.
And how you want to show off in fashionable clothes, to be no worse than everyone else.
And for this we will plow all our lives. Not sparing yourself.
Grazing on the same stupid food and cold in fashionable clothes, running to the pharmacy. Trusting the doctors, who will also send us to the pharmacy.
What is it all for? Where are we running then?
Neither happiness nor freedom can be bought. We are offered some attributes, substitutes, simulators. Deception.
The more desires, stupid, imposed, the less happiness and less freedom. The poor suffer from the fact that they do not have what the rich have, and they feel inferior and defective as a result. And the rich are also unhappy, because they dream of what the richer have.
So who is free?
Yes, the one who does not need anything. Or you need a minimum. Who does not suffer for the "benefits of civilization." There are no threads to pull on to control it. Make it work for a new phone or sausage.
PS
Mr. Smith came to his senses after a glitch, and suddenly realized, remembered that he himself had created all this and all this time was playing with himself. Again. With characters that he controlled and endowed them with his own mind, his soul. He is the only mind that creates everything. Endlessly playing with himself.
What to do now?