My Least Favorite Theory of All

One of those songs you hear in the car unexpectedly and WHAM!
You're stuck with Bernie Taupin lyrics from the next song...
Closed the door, and left me blinded by the light.
Don't let the sun go down on me!
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see.
I'd just allow a fragment of your life, to wander free...

Sean McCann's synchronized Kubrick films posts and analysis really crack some shit open: The loops, roles, archetypes and patterns of existence in a programmed hypercube matrix world.
Like The Shining, as if we (not just artists) are all simultaneously alive, dead, in hell and hopelessly compliant to an inevitable life in an inevitable world.

Torah, Talmud, Kabbalah and Zohar. Who needs four bibles? Oh. Yeah...

But what if the whole of our current reality is mostly psyop, an elaborate Hollyweird production?

What if they're putting the whole world under a dome of humiliation and fear - that we're being attacked, harvested, de-populated and minutes, hours, or days away from Biblical apocalypse?

What if the pandemic didn't do it, so the next step is holographic and meta level propaganda, leading to pychosis, mind controlled collapse and civil war...

Under The Dome: executive producers - Stephen King and Steven Spielberg
Season 1, Episode 2 - they tried to burn up the preacher/undertaker in a house fire. Because that's what happens when you get too high on your own supply. Never trust a nervous billionaire. They seem to want you to think the only human vulnerability in the world is yours.

Turn off wifi, bluetooth, phone and sleep under Faraday blankets and canopy in the northeast corner of your basement is my advice. It won't change anything they're doing, but you might start feeling better and thinking clearer about their constantly streaming nothing but crazy... Amen.