This morning, the school was operating on a 2 hour delay, which means the Angel was operating on a 2 hour delay. I still woke up early, though, because my son was driving to work, and I like to see him before he goes every morning, especially so when it might be dangerous. I pray and wait for him to text when he arrives. (He did, safely, despite a few “hairy” moments.)

Usually, I would go to the gym early and be back before the Angel’s alarm, but not today. My youngest son is home from college and wanted to work out with me, so I had a few hours to kill.

While I stayed under the electric blanket, waiting, I turned on a documentary called A Glitch In The Matrix. The idea is that we are living in a simulation. It’s too much to explain here – if you care what scientists, theorists and “iconoclasts,” think about it, you should totally watch it. An iconoclast, incidentally, is “someone who attacks cherished beliefs, established institutions, or traditional ideas,” like someone who says the truth of our reality is like the plot of a ‘90’s Keanu Reeves action film.

I kept wondering if this was a ‘work,’ if an iconoclast’s attacks on the status quo are genuine, or simply trolling. Do these people truly believe that the Wachowski brothers, then, sisters, now had figured out the mysteries of existence? It’s much like how I feel watching politicians – do they believe these words/ideas/policies, or are they just shape-shifting to meet or challenge others?

If it’s all a work and I’m on board with their philosophy, am I the butt of the joke? Am I the one who is dangerous, who will believe anything, who will blindly follow any charismatic charlatan? But then, on the other hand, what if we are living in a simulation like the Matrix and my suspicious hesitation is holding me back from…well, what? Is the revolution waiting for me? Would anything change for me, if my life isn’t “real?” What is “real?”

Now. As it turns out, my son decided not to go to the gym with me, and I was disappointed. Who made him decide not to go, and who made me disappointed? Was it as simple as the two of us? Or was it a member of an advanced civilization that created our earth?

To be honest with you, I didn’t understand many of the sentences in the film. It was like word salad, or Mad-Libs, so maybe I could’ve gotten the joke or the sincerity if I was more intelligent. Maybe that’s why I’m the perfect drone, because I’m too dumb to break out of the construct.

So, would anything change for me if I placed my faith in this theory? A guy in the documentary detailed the murder of his parents that he committed, because he was convinced this all wasn’t real and that he was Neo, or like Neo, or just wanted to join the resistance with Neo. I wouldn’t do that, I can comfortably tell you that. Honestly, I can’t think of one thing that would change about my life. Whether these fingers, toes, and thoughts are my own or extensions of an alternate puppetmaster, I’m still going to get up and try to love 2 people today.

That’s my Pyramid Scheme of Love: I love 2 people, those 2 people love 2 people each, those 4 people love 2 each, and on and on. You love it, right? It’s a terrific idea, and the only way we can change this world into the sort of world we’d want to live in.

.Or maybe it’s not mine. And maybe the only way is to revolt and force our techno-oppressors to change it for us.