Flashes of Eternity

"That's certainly an insightful perspective," I said, not sure where the whole idea fit in the greater scheme of our conversation.

"I don't mean me per se," the person went on, as if not noticing the sudden shift. "What I mean is this: I, meaning who? Feminine, meaning what? Associated, how? Denigrating, how? Manhood, meaning what?"

"Ah," I grinned, ignoring the change. "You break it down into components."

"Yeah," the individual kept starting at the screen. "All those rules are a direct derivation of make-believe. People are too dumb to see it."

"Equating democracy with freedom is bullshit," I replied. "Theoretically, you can do whatever you like, but if the majority is dumb, then they can impose their will on the more enlightened ones."

"Better yet, you can get a few enlightened ones who will steer the masses against the rest of the enlightened ones who don't wanna play the game," the individual added.

"That's where this project comes in," I continued. "To get us the hell out of here before it's too late."

"What did you do to be here, anyway?" I heard a question. "You'd to earn your place here somehow?"

"I contributed certain philosophical aspects to the project," I answered. "That's what they told me, anyway."

"Interesting," the person said. "That screen you're looking at - partly my design."

"I'm impressed," was all I could say but the sheer magnitude of the circumstance I was immersed in was directing my attention away from the seemingly significant conversation.

"To be honest, I never thought writing stuff on the Internet can attract this sort of attention," I said, not really knowing why. "You've done something tangible, but me.."

"You never know who's watching and what is it that they want," the individual smiled. "That's life."