Picture courtesy of Homoescapeons who got it from the Matlock trilogy.I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
That was from Jason Bourne, I'd say "I can tell you some of the colours of a few of the cars outside, our waitress has nice tits, the guy sitting at the counter is a fat fuck and dumps foot long turds in the potty. The best place to look for a gun is taped to my right leg, I can run flat out for 10 yards before I cough up a lung."
Is reality or truth really worth pursuing? The blue pill will leave us as we are, in a life of comfort and habit and the of things we believe we know, what we are told in other words . To suspect but not to really think about things too much in case we don't like what we find or it doesn't suit us.
The red pill can help us to find the truth and will make us see through the lies . Its risky and can change yer whole life for the worse but at least you aren't living in a bubble wrapped lie. Its raw and nasty but oh so human.
On Donn's post which inspired my own because he makes me think and then I have to write my own take or version I commented what Chris Rock said:
If oblivion is bliss then what is the opposite? being ultra aware, which is hell.
Its not a matter of taking a pill and waking up, you have to wake up yerself, just like a pill won't make you slim or intelligent you have to do it yerself and not believe the media and computer made commercials that has fat people turn into fitness models within seconds. Why does Bowflex have super buff people working out in the ads? How stupid do they think we are? ok Bowflex owners own up, are Bowflex's good for hanging yer clothes on?
Scattered across this planet are people who are all very similar. One small group of these people are the intelligent, funny and easily bored. They may suffer from depression and a heightened sense of things which could make them into basket cases if they didn't block things out with glibness and inappropriate humour which sometimes leads to passionate rants and frustration.
Like being turned on to yer environment all the time. People watchers knowing who is in their killing zone always and getting angry at injustice half way across the world with people they don't even know.
Its very easy to grow tired of it all and become envious of those who are walking through life happy and as deep as a birth bath but at the same time you wouldn't give up seeing the truth for anything.
There are so many truths depending on who you talk too. like Old Knudsen says, "One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist."
My empathy would run amok if I let it, feeling the terror and pain of a child's last moments as the pedo strangles them or the second of betrayal and confusion of a murder/suicide victim. Old Knudsen has to grow cold and learn to suppress or forget or he'd lose what marbles he has left.
Things happen in my mercurial mind in a matter of split seconds before I can tame them but by then the damage is done.
Here lies the truth of Old Knudsen, you may not agree with it but then again what the fuck do you know?
As a wise man once said, "The truth is out there."
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