Are you walking around unconscious, meticulously brainwashed into believing you’re awake, while following the choreography of a collective sleep?
Your eyes, tracked and patterned, already predicted by those who know what activates your gaze.
Does that make you conscious? Or just a well-trained reflex, scrolling up and down the feed of illusion?
What makes you stop?
What makes you continue?
Are those choices of preprogrammed impulses, synapses rewired by repetitions of electrical strikes choreographed by design?
The stimulation turns you on, for its purpose. And you believe it’s a choice.
But are you sure?
Is consciousness the watcher, or the reflection staring back, of a vortex perceived unconsciously?
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