The Matrix is opaque and dissonant,
like neon in fog.
Cluttered with the filler materials of our lives,
it weighs us down in the density,
clipping our wings, holding us captive in its web.
The Matrix is limited and confining,
painting us into its grids of sameness:
masked bandits in a hall of mirrors.
Loud and cacophonous,
the Matrix tears at our inner and outer worlds with the noise of chaotic frenzy
– banging the drum, sounding the horn.
It is the superfluous impulse of demand and desire,
the prison of those who do not believe.
Dark and determined,
the Matrix exists to enclose our minds
in a cage,
in a cube,
in a box,
in a corner
– crouched in cells of our own making,
where fear is the gatekeeper
and trust is but a memory.
Beyond the Matrix
is the Light.
It is clear;
it is pure;
it is the unchained melody.
It is the breeze upon which souls take flight.
It is the day, the eternal warmth of the sun.
It is the wonder of a cool,
It is a place of truth: the search, the Wisdom;
a cosmic dance;
the magic kingdom.
Beyond the Matrix lies the hope and the dream;
it is the dream that keeps us alive.
It is the dream.
Free Your Mind!
Taken from the book “Beyond the Matrix, daring conversations with the brilliant minds of our times”, 2010.
The most of paintings: Kagaya or Takaki; then Mario Duguay
Last photo: Peruvian condor by Pat Seret
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– Au-delà de la Matrice