Within The Matrix, the most frequently used successful operating system is hypocrisy. It is actually the foundational support beneath well-crafted illusion.
The Matrix cannot exist without it.
Hypocrisy, as defined, sounds ugly and distasteful, a thing to be scorned and avoided. But sheltered within The Matrix, hypocrisy gets a mask to wear, something that then makes it much more acceptable to ever changing human sensibilities.
The hypocrisy behind the mask sounds even better than it looks. It’s smooth talking, cordial, diplomatic, intellectual, and appeals in rich pleasant tones to the internal desires of humans to be flattered, uplifted and encouraged, even if the words are empty and have no end game other than to persuade and herd to its dark agenda.
The success of hypocrisy’s purpose depends on that which is delivered, with emotion and gentility, those words that only resonate with the perception of goodness and virtue, and as such will be embraced to be the truth with no questions asked. Therefore, hypocrisy, with the help of illusion, presents itself, first and foremost, as righteous, charitable, all embracing, egalitarian, accepting, fair, and moral. Above all else, hypocrisy declares itself to be the standard and thus the ultimate champion of high morality.
But unfortunately, within The Matrix everything is illusion, so there is no substantive truth allowed. The marks, aka citizens, are the masses who have been gently conditioned to prefer the good-sounding words, the charming lies, the eloquently delivered self-righteous demand that those who dare to speak truth with rough and raw words must be silenced!
Truth, in any form, is not welcome in The Matrix and must be challenged.
The irony, of course, is that those who pump fists in the air and complain about distasteful rough truth allowed to escape into the perfectly ordered Matrix, are, at the same time, those who openly embrace and give golden awards to every level of immoral behavior expressed in writing, music and film spewed out daily onto the populace, young and old, like projectile vomit.
The question is therefore begged: who can claim to be the Morality Police when there is no genuine morality - anywhere? How can any standard be enforced if all standards have been decimated?
In The Matrix where we are not only allowed but encouraged to cherry pick our sensibilities, where words and meanings are often redesigned and retrofitted to the concepts du jour, where silk illusions are expertly woven and preferred over utilitarian burlap truth, is a world knee-deep in hypocrisy so debilitating that there is no remedy that humankind could ever muster of and by itself.
While I may not be able to fully understand why this has to be, I do fear that this condition cannot ever right itself at this far-gone point. A day of reckoning is over-due. And while I might have to live here, I do not have to buy in. So, though I might stand alone in outing this, I admit to preferring a rough textured, raw truth over a good sounding smooth lie - any day.
Unfortunately, those who wear the mask that fronts hypocrisy are too blinded by their own goodness to know that they are not real.
And there’s the rub.