The Illusion’s Revelation

The Illusion’s Revelation

In the somber shadows where the truth doth lie,
A whisper winds, 'neath the raven's sky.
"Do not try to bend the spoon," it starts,
A futile feat for mortal hearts.

"That's impossible," the specters croon,
Within the night's most silent tune.
"Instead, try and realize the truth so keen;
There is no spoon, in this world unseen.

You are the spoon, the hand, the mind,
The architect of realms unconfined.
There is no matrix, no woven fate,
You are the matrix, the master of your state."

So speaks the voice, one’s spirit near,
In verses cryptic, yet crystal clear.
A truth that bends reality's seam,
In the deepest depths of a dreamer's dream.

“There is no spoon, you are the spoon. There is no matrix, you are the matrix.”

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