I’m trapped in the simulation, struggling desperately to find my way out. Only that isn’t really true, is it? I’m trapped in the simulation, trying to find my way out, only not really. Really, I haven’t the slightest interest in escaping. Not even the slightest trace of interest. Nothing could interest me less in fact! A sad, sad tale, you might say. A tale that says a lot about me, and none of it good. What’s wrong with that guy, you might ask yourselves. Such a wretchedly unhappy way to live life. Probably he is completely lacking in courage, you say – he hasn’t the courage to live life and so he lives the simulation instead. He has to be satisfied with that because he hasn’t got what it takes to bite the bullet and see what life is really all about. Such a sad, sad story. That’s what you’re probably saying and if it is then you’d be right. That’s me in a nutshell – too frightened to live the life that is out there waiting for me. The life that presumably out there waiting for me anyway. The truth of the matter is that I just wouldn’t know. How could I know after all? It’s all guess work as far as I’m concerned. I’ll never know, I’ll never find out. A life unlived, that’s what it is. What happens to a life unlived – where does it go, what does it do? Does it just lie there, unclaimed, never to come to anything? Presumably it does. What else could happen to it? It’s no good to anyone else, after all. The life that is waiting for you, the life that is waiting for you – those words haunt me. What after all is the relationship between a man and his own complete lack of courage? This is not a happy relationship, at any rate. Not at all a happy relationship, as you can imagine. This is nothing here for anyone to feel good about, if you will forgive me for stating the all-too-obvious. It’s always important to state the obvious; if you don’t then someone else will, after all! Anyway, back to the simulation. Always back to the simulation. All is well in the simulation. Life continues as normal. What passes for life, anyway. People go to work in the simulation and they take their vacations in the simulation. They pursue their dreams, whatever that means. I mean, I know what it means of course but at the same time I don’t. I don’t really know. All dreams belong to the simulation, after all. Everything belongs to the simulation – all good things and all bad things too. Quite a lot of bad things. All sorts of things, all sorts of things, but really nothing of course. But really nothing. Trapped in the simulation, trying to figure out how best to escape into reality. Or rather, should I say, trapped in the simulation of someone who is trying their very hardest to figure out a way of escaping from the simulation. It’s watertight, you see. That’s the big thing to understand. That’s the only thing to understand. That’s the simulation. You can’t beat the old simulation – I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. Nothing more than that really. That’s my message. All dreams belong to the simulation, after all. All dreams, including those dreams that happen to be about escaping from the dream. What a sad, sad story, right? That would knock the good out of anything if you let it, wouldn’t it? The thing is not to let it, of course, Be decisive. Be positive. Do something about it. Step up. These are the mottos we appreciate. Words that are stirring. Words that are great. Magnificent words – words that resound. The days of honour are fast approaching my friends, so hang in there. Those good good days. Days of honour and glory.