Make us dream Mr. Magician
Lie to us, we like to dream. We are dreaming creatures. Dreams are always better than reality. Dreaming of the past, better never go back to see your beloved little town of your childhood. Better never see again your teen sweetheart. Better never go to the places you imagine of, they will never rise to your imagination;
Did you know Jules Verne, the author of the world tour in 80 days and inventor of the explorer adventure genre, never quit his hometown? The best descriptions and best stories are written by those who never sailed over the seas; the best love stories are written by unfulfilled lovers, the best mothers or dads are the ones who never had one, as if dreaming is the natural world for humanity.
Make us dream! So we forget that we are miserable and small and we never left our hometown to sail over the seas.
A long dream is the life of man, dreams that always finish in a cold wake up. Then we forget the dream but it felt so good that we wished to never end, then another day, another night. Dreaming is convenient, cheap, affordable, in abundance; you can dream the same dream by millions, same tricks to turn the dream machines into synchronised clocks; you can always find a dream by scrolling down, between two natural disasters you can find a top quality pair of boobs. Dreaming is cheap and empty like Coca Cola, comfort, a little death, humans thinking they are bacteria and should be the same, that they have nothing to call themselves, it’s the same ego xeroxed ad nauseam while the soul is a debilitated plant they keep in a box, almost never watered with the fluid of life experience and never shown the rays of the divine sun. Only artificial projectors like in the Truman Show. Give them the Sun… but it’s 2am, does not matter, for these crushed souls, any hour will do as long as there is light, any light, any hour. If ever humans would have built animals, we would have built Frankensteins, monsters with the head of a goose over the body of a pork or any other nonsensical combination at the measure of our ineptitude.
Make us dream, give us light, any light, we will take it as our sun, as we take pictures of women as real women, and AI companions as real relationships. Make us dream, we are dream machines, most never born, never really born, never really lived, just a lost chance, a throw of the divine dice into the void.