Lucky

“What you aim at determines what you see”, an idea worth repeating that has been echoing in my mind a lot lately. I find myself seeing beauty in everything, and I wonder if it's actually there or if my mind is generating it, or if there is any significant difference between them. I have never been one to doubt my own estimation of things, which is fortunate because I have never been wrong about anything (although I often miss the details that a true clairvoyant probably wouldn't). This general but absolute correctness, upon observation, appears to be a symptom of the mechanism I’ve been using to generate answers, of which I am absolutely sure. As a result, I have awoken from my dream of beauty in a procrustean bed, hand and foot and eyes bound in a matrix of my own design. Yet there is no morpheus in digital leather to offer me psychedelics in order to free my mind, I have no idea if there is a zion to escape to. I suppose that even if I awoke again from the dream within the simulation to find myself in a cybernetic hell world, naked, inundated with wires & probes, being force fed toxic goop and harvested by apathetic mechanical monstrosities I would be once again compelled to see some kind of beauty, perhaps in the characteristically utilitarian yet tastefully lovecraftian design of the flesh harvesters or, at a minimum, the irony of my predicament. Of course it is easy to hypothetically face such tragic horror with grace and elegance when you literally live in an actual paradise on earth, as I believe I do now, and perhaps that lends some credibility to my assessment of this reality. If this is a simulation I am grateful to the programmers for what is quite obviously a labor of love, or perhaps a coincidence of overlapping parameters for maximum compliance and exploitation. Then I would have to thank serendipity, or the laws that constitute fortune, that I have the privilege to aim at beauty and never miss. 

“Lucky we live Hawaii”