let me tell you why you’re here. you’re here because you know something. what you know you can’t explain—but you feel it. you’ve felt it your entire life. you don’t know what it is, but it’s there. it’s this feeling that has brought you to me. do you know what I’m talking about?

                                                                                               —morpheus

i'm just reading about body dysmorphia and the matrix. like autism there's a spectrum of dysmorphia elicited or produced by the matrix. since the first matrix film in 1999 the brother-makers became sisters.  i remember hearing about the singularity and uploading the self into virtuality like it was a heaven of techno-human creation and i thought it was a stupid notion and an actual hell if possible.   

but something like that is going on not, or no longer by, our choosing.    we can change our form but we're still in the dysmorphic matrix. 

we may try to comprehend what and who we are and we may always be confused within the matrix, but we're still  spirits in the material world and in that sense we deep down know what is real. 

it feels like we're all in our own way trying to pass, or to get past trying, or to free ourselves within and from the authoritarian death-cult machinery because it's arbitrary and capricious and unnecessary and it's not the whole of reality it aims to be. we're here to disrupt normality.