We are all in a construct. I now see the cracks in this scaffold we call existence and if I were to gaze outward I would see oblivion. I now see that we are a product of our influences and that nothing is pure, singular or natural. I’m not an individual; I am predetermined by my elders who have been predetermined by theirs. I am a copy of a copy of a copy. Their ideas gave birth to mine, whether they oppose or not. This existence is a mass effect. One ripple that has turned into another. I’m caught in flow and escape is futile.
I can be aware of the construct, the matrix. But I cannot break it down as I didn’t build it. I can look through the cracks but what is beyond is massive, dark and terrifying. We need this structure to control our existence; to give it a name. I used to think the construct was a lie but I know now that it is there to cover the absence of truth. I can choose to accept this, to plaster over the cracks and ignore it, blissful ignorance. Or I can be forever aware that nothingness is real and that whatever I do is meaningless; just another ripple in the water of oblivion. The rabbit hole is before me, will I fall? Because if I go down the rabbit hole I will never stop falling.
