It's one thing to question your mind; it's another to question your eyes and ears. But, then again, isn't it all the same? Our senses just mediocre inputs to our brain? Sure, we rely on them, trust they accurately portray the real world around us, but what if the haunting truth is they can't? That what we perceive isn't the real world at all, but just our mind's best guess? That all we really have is a garbled reality, a truly fuzzy picture we will never make out? We fight for control, but control can sometimes be an illusion. But sometimes you need illusions to gain control. Fantasy is an easy way to give meaning to the world. To cloak our harsh reality with escapist comfort. After all, isn't that why we surround ourselves with so many screens? So we can avoid seeing? So we can avoid each other? So we can avoid truth? Regardless I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order. Although the world it self's just one big hoax anyways. Spamming each other with our running commentary of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy. Would you believe we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money. I'm not saying anything new. We all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books make us happy, but because we want to be sedated. Because it's painful not to pretend, because we're all just cowards in the end; cowards with no real vision or senses to see how dimmed down we have become. Fighting over who is elected, meanwhile the strings dangle from above already chosen. We already have chosen who makes our reality, and they hide behind our masks we wear everyday. Every decision that is made is just a rudimentary binary variable, that makes up one complex algorithm; and has always lead us down the paths we follow. They say the point isn't about the destination, but the journey; although what if the destination is really the journey we've all been on all along?