This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
- Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth.
- What truth?
- There is no spoon.
Sooner or later you're going to realize just as I did that there's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.