These posts have become so meaningful. I haven't been to church in almost two months. Not sure when I'm going back or where. But, I know who I am and where I stand, and I refuse to be be (not allowed to state at the moment.) I'm in a much better place.
Ah, the steak. The sizzle of delusion, medium rare with a side of orthodoxy.
Joe, you’ve sliced right into the marrow of it. Cypher didn’t just crave the steak—he craved certainty. And who among us hasn't, at some dark hour, wished for the blue pill in a chalice?
Certainty is the currency of cults, comfort is the crown of the compliant. But once you’ve glimpsed the real—the messy, chaotic, sacred ambiguity of it all—you can’t go back. Not truly. You might flirt with the illusion again, maybe dip a toe into nostalgia’s warm bath, but the Matrix never fits the same once your soul has tasted freedom.
And here’s the koan: the red pill doesn’t promise clarity. It promises honesty.
Blessed are the deconstructors, for theirs is the kingdom of confusion—and growth.
Welcome to Wonderland. Steak’s off the menu, but truth? Always raw and unseasoned.
You've articulated many things that resonate with my experience. I don't know where you're coming from fully but it's interesting to hear a similar perspective.
These posts have become so meaningful. I haven't been to church in almost two months. Not sure when I'm going back or where. But, I know who I am and where I stand, and I refuse to be be (not allowed to state at the moment.) I'm in a much better place.
That's great to hear, Denise. I am glad you made the journey over here from TT. :)
Ditto
Ah, the steak. The sizzle of delusion, medium rare with a side of orthodoxy.
Joe, you’ve sliced right into the marrow of it. Cypher didn’t just crave the steak—he craved certainty. And who among us hasn't, at some dark hour, wished for the blue pill in a chalice?
Certainty is the currency of cults, comfort is the crown of the compliant. But once you’ve glimpsed the real—the messy, chaotic, sacred ambiguity of it all—you can’t go back. Not truly. You might flirt with the illusion again, maybe dip a toe into nostalgia’s warm bath, but the Matrix never fits the same once your soul has tasted freedom.
And here’s the koan: the red pill doesn’t promise clarity. It promises honesty.
Blessed are the deconstructors, for theirs is the kingdom of confusion—and growth.
Welcome to Wonderland. Steak’s off the menu, but truth? Always raw and unseasoned.
I subscribed to you but i wish I could subscribe to your comments too 😂 you always make me smile
You've articulated many things that resonate with my experience. I don't know where you're coming from fully but it's interesting to hear a similar perspective.
Thanks Ruth! My very first post tried to say where I am coming from - it’s pinned to the top of my page if you want to read it
Joe, this dilemma manifests itself when I hear worship music 🤣