The World is Not an Oyster

The World is a shipwreck, tossing and turning you, one day it turns towards the horizon, just enough to not tip you over, just enough to let you catch some fish for the night, but you have to work for it; it shows you some pretty horizon while you wait to catch your food; then the next day, it is stormy, and the boat is throwing you to the other side, where you cannot see the horizon, you just see the mass of the system, the ship, in your face, throwing all the sea creatures at you that it has collected from the other side. Then another day, the horizon, until you see a glitch in the horizon, some truth, some reality; slowly, you start to pick apart the ship, until it is gone; then you find that is was not a real ship, it was mechanical, and the water beneath you, just shallow water, and the horizon, just a hologram; you have found that you have been on the Truman Show, you have been played for a fool with fear. You are actually on a beautiful island, and there are fruit trees all around, dropping food, giving life, and you are approached by some Hot Babes that would like to take you to their tribe, to dance with you, because now you have a glow on your face, a sparkle in your eyes, now you are not so dead, so scary, so these Babes would like to share with you. The world is this broken ship and you really are in the Matrix; fear is the weapon and mind is the victim

having to do something is not required if you are willing to gamble with death, and through this victory, you will come home

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