There's a Matrix in the Glitch
When people say “There's glitch in the matrix,” I try to see it the opposite way. Perhaps what we call “reality” is the glitch, and what lies behind is a system that puts us “here,” but also in this weird place we call “sleep,” another matrix full of “glitches.”
Ergo, when errors occur “here,” maybe they’re supposed to remind us that, just like when we wake up from dreams and distance ourselves from them, we will someday do that after this life, with the same sense of freedom, detachment, and relief!
But I’m not here to debate this. It’s a hypothesis. However, I will posit that even if “reality” is “real,” it still feels absurd, and the proof is “human history,” which features “glitches” like war, slavery, genocide, and worst of all, whoever invented Tofurkey.
My point is that we all seem to take ‘reality’ seriously in some cases, but flippantly in others (like our dreams), which means our dedication to ‘reality’ is wobbly at best.
We wage wars for peace, we cut off loved ones when they don’t agree with us, which means we think love requires agreeing with us, and we even market soy shaped like a dead animal to vegetarians so they can eat it once a year to celebrate…gratitude?
We’re weird, people! Admit it! We’re really, inconsistently, often-wrongly weird!
Conversely, I must admit something that isn’t easy to admit, yet is easy to see in others. Just like you, I’m paradoxical. Meaning, sometimes, I love to hate. I love hating bad guys in fiction, supposedly bad-guys in real life, and I even love hating myself!