Scende la pioggia sul traffico urbano,
as tears upon a dirty children face,
come lacrime sul volto sporco di bambino,
and trace paths of a heavy color
e traccia sentieri d'un greve colore
leaving to see a gray nerve inside.
lasciando scorgere un grigio nervino.
Black the night falls upon crazy machines,
Nera la notte sovvien, su macchine folli,
emblem of a schizophrenic Age now dark,
schizofrenico emblema d'un Era ormai buia,
and rain and wind seem striving hands
e pioggia e vento sembran mani protese
that beg the man to stop that Inferno.
che supplican l'uomo di fermare la bolgia.
Neon shimmering on wet roads,
Neon luccicanti su strade bagnate,
between filthy geometries spitted out on the green,
tra sporche geometrie sputate sul verde,
these are the benefits of a virtual world
son questi i vantaggi d'un mondo virtuale
which kills with ardor what is pure reality.
che uccide con foga ciò che è pura realtà.
The man has been lost running after the carousel,
L'uomo s'è perso al rincorrer la giostra,
spurred by false provincial joust-men,
sospinto dai falsi giostrai di provincia,
running or escaping, in the rush of Nothing
correndo o scappando, nella fretta del Nulla
sweeps the land without a flinch.
travolge la terra senza battere ciglia.
Among the many lost inside unclean turbines,
Tra i tanti che presi dal turbine immondo,
not even a man turns back to look,
neppur v'e nè uno che si volge a guardare,
if there is a true need for running in circle
se è vero bisogno lo correre in tondo
or it's just a joke of the beastly ignoring.
oppure uno scherzo del lordo ignorare.
There are not many words that describe the motion
Non vi son gran parole che descrivono il moto
if there isn't the strength to read just a row
se neppur v'è la forza di leggere un rigo
to lock what has never had an aim
per bloccare ciò che non ha mai avuto scopo
and to see a future within a flower colors.
e vedere un futuro entro un fior colorito.
Would you excuse just a row, just another more one,
Scusate la riga, un'altra soltanto,
that has no color, no dust or asbestos:
Non ha alcun colore, nè polvere o amianto:
"Although man knows that life is suffering,
"Benché l'uomo sappia che la vita è soffrire,
he does not understand yet how it's right to die".
ancor non comprende com'è giusto morire" .
Lord Hol Napult
Reality doesn't exist, it's a trick obtained by chemical processes and electrical impulses.
Everything, every object, every person have the right connections that force our mind to believe to all that happens under our eyes, or created by our hands, but all of this doesn't exist. Reality is the new videgame of the moment.
We could be sitting or layed or in amorphis state into a parallel world while we "live" our reality, but plugged connections deceive us where we are, who we are and what we are doing. In brief, Matrix™ isn't a movie... it's a documentaire with a love story inside.
Perhaps this is the most fluid, immersive, and playable game ever created for us and for our "hardware", the human body, and suggested to our minds who knows how.
Surely a NPG (non playable gamer) didn't know of what he's done until some code answer this question:
Lawyers, road sweepers, politicians, managers and farmers, everyone connected, everyone in debugging mode upon their application area.
And who's playing with us, who's manouvering us, who is handling or simply commanding ?
Problaby God, with a pure light mouse that drawn the world, populated it and now is playing a Spore/GTA/Command&Conquer with us; or better, using us.
And wha about us when we joke of the funny creatures of Spore, without undestanding the irony below!
God himself created the man "as him was", and so many coders did, putting inside their videogames some elements that surrounded them... so when will we see a NPG that create his own videogame using the elements that surround him ?
The road, if you think, is this, a massive clonation that push itself where the madness can lie.
And what about this madness, let's define madness:"Short-circuit that join different elements and solve the value inside the internal code of a simple human, randomly taken from the application-world in execution".
And what about the Origins? The Reincarnation ? Probably we never disconnected from this irreal application. Simply the MainFrame gives us a new ID and we restart as new.
At the beginning we were monkeys, then barbarians, then vikings and now we are just evolved beings that interrogate themselves about what they are, and why some cicles infinitly repeat themselves during time pass.
Why war repeat themselves ? Why errors do the same ? The so-called systemic anomaly that flood around and break the common rules of the main subroutines. So there is no upgrades for us ?
My madness ends here, upon this blog. I don't know if this is sickness, ipervision or simply an introspective sistemic analysis. I leave to your applications but I renew to you the meaning of life.
Above us , it wins who uses less IDs in 1000 years of gameplay. Up for grabs of this Unreal Tournament of the Gods, there is a Fotonic MegaBlounter with electrostatic-impulses to irradiate infinite energy inside the instanced universes .
Lord Hol Napult