I believe that, as a species, human beings define their reality through misery and suffering.
For weeks I saw this every day after school when it came out. Our friends worked at the theatre and let us into the auditorium day after day. Finger to their lips, “don’t tell anyone I let you in,” their eyes would say. Even though there was standing room only, we were fixated by a tale of a world constructed to keep us busy while our bodies were used up.
Here we are, 20 some years later, and even if the robot apocalypse doesn’t feel any closer - I’ve gained a perspective on a world designed to give us paltry comforts and keep us busy all while using us up. We exploit, are exploited, and enjoy the exploitation of each other without questioning it. We’re all agents of the system, maintaining this weird endless cycle of misery.
The perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from.
Agent Smith’s speech about the perfect world really moved me this time. Reflecting on the last 5-6 years really showed me how committed many of us are to maintaining a reality defined by misery.
We know that it was us that scorched the sky.
If it wasn’t abundantly clear then, it is abundantly clear now. As Morpheus hints at, we can’t blame anyone but ourselves for the sad state of the Earth. When will we, inspired by a world too hot to live comfortably, or live at all, decide to simply block out the sun?
Unfortunately, there is no Neo who is going to save us. We all just need to wake the fuck up, and now.