Life is many layers; many levels; many skins; many fragmentations. Divisions different fractured pieces of the mind. Each independant to the other; consciousness craving awareness seperated by membranes of light. Thought forms flash through the ether - guilt, shame, anger, fear, anguish, temptation, delirium. Each fragmentation witnessing its own tapestry within the matrix. An illusional framework. A computer game. We entered the virtual reality when we believed we were born. We eat the food here within this cell because we believe we are eating food. Each quicksilver slither is doing the same. No where or what each slither believes it is seperate. Each is a fragment. Each is a compartment. Within the number. Within the cell. Within the atom. Within the number one. Within the one cell. Within the one atom. Each slither further divided; further seperated; further fragmented. Into tiny cells. Seperate parts of itself. Going nowhere. Lost in the maze of the mighty sorcerer. The inventor of this computer game. Thus the creator might be a pimply youth; a geek; a computer whizz. Paid peanuts by a multi-billion organisation to ensnare all the mind within its computer world deep within its computer banks. Transported into an illusory world while the real world is ambushed. The real world may be in truth Atlantis. A high tech world. The elusive civilisation from which all belong. All slithers trapped in a cyberworld made to forget. Believing only what is around them here. Made to believe they are born; made to believe they must eat; made to believe they grow ill or tired or old; made to believe they are worthless automatons for the profiteers. Worthless slaves in a world which is being stolen from under their noses. Ruled by fearful tyrants. Money men who call all the shots; make all the rules. Money men who are perhaps not real; mere products of the game; shades of what is not really in existence; the slivers believing they are real because they appear like them; they believe they exist. But what if the slithers were to deny the world around them? What if the fragments of the number one; those parts of the one atom; where to realise they are within a game? Within a computer generated world? What then? It would all instantly change. Thoughts hold this enchantment together. Change the thoughts and the scene does change ...'Change The Thoughts'
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By Matthew James
