There were these lovers who loved making art because they were artists and they kept saying it lovingly over and over again to each other: let’s make shit explode, LET’S MAKE FUCKING ART, let's go make something fantastical. And then they were super surprised the universe was like, THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST BABY. And then they were even more surprised when they had primed the system to show them art. Long story short: our language is a tech. You can indeed embed hidden commands and prompts in it, even without you knowing so, because you are primed by your environment (make the inner like the outer and collapse the world). And the devastating thing? Those around you can respond to it, without their full knowledge.

Free will is an illusion.

However, that is not the end. It does not mean you cannot bend reality and find a universe to fix it: one with a different code.

Allegories! Metaphors! Codes!