Red Pill, Blue Pill?

Hey kids*,

Uncle J here, to talk to you about the subjects of trust and love and cunts. Now, you see, I think a lot of people have fallen by the wayside when it comes to trust and relationships. To pick up a few examples from this site, under Pillowfeather's post re: flagrantly gallivanting with another man and not telling her husband, there is one comment flirting with the idea of not telling him, and another which outright states she shouldn't.

Personally, I think love is almost synonymous with trust. Absolute trust is a subset of love - quite a large one too. I just cannot understand people that think that not telling their partner something will be the better option.

Let's take The Matrix as a pleb-friendly metaphor for you (methinks that using Plato's Cave would fall on mostly deaf ears). Everybody in the Matrix is living in an artificial world. It is exactly like the real world, in every way, except that the circumstances are different. All the feelings, situations and emotions are present in this artificial world - in fact the only difference is where you are. However, the entire premise of this film is freeing the human race from this 'untruth' and bringing them in to the 'real world'.

Now why would the people of Zion fling their full complement of ships, hardware and personnel at a mission that did nothing except simply reveal some truth that really wasn't needed to be known? Why not just leave everybody in the perfect artificial world? And why is this sort of a story so prevalent in mythology and fiction?

Because the whole, absolute truth is important. Living without it is just some put-on fakery that chips away at meaning and substance and soul.

The reason that humans wanted extrication from The Matrix, was because nobody likes to wake up in a mass of pink goo, thrashing around wildly as your lungs taste real air for the first time ever, and you find that everything you ever knew was being fed through huge, bloody holes in your spinal cord. This is the equivalent of loving a liar and then finding out the truth.

In one fell swoop, my entire point is fantastically summarised by Naughty Love's second quote in her post below. I will re-quote it, simply because it hits the nail so hard on the head:

“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth - only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.”
— Clive Staples Lewis, British writer, critic, “Allegory of Love,” “The Chronicles of Narnia”

Fact.

I'd never heard it before, but upon reading it I was honestly struck by its meaning - and I'm not usually an arty-farty fucker either. Go with truth, not comfort. Dwell on it, bitch.

* If you've never seen The Matrix, this post won't make much sense. Fuck off.