Quietly yearning for what you don’t have, while dreading losing what you do. For 99.9% of your race, that is the definition of reality. Desire and fear, baby.
Here’s the thing about feelings. They’re so much easier to control than facts.
The sheeple aren’t going anywhere. They like my world. They don’t want this sentimentality. They don’t want freedom or empowerment. They want to be controlled. They crave the comfort of certainty.
Did you know hope and despair are nearly identical in code?[to Neo]
She’s the only home you have, Thomas. Come home before something terrible happens.[about Trinity]
