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i can feel it
Neo: Felt like I was back in that hallway. Felt like baking cookies.
Morpheus: Everything begins with cookie.
Merovingian: No. Wrong. cookie is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without. Look there, at that cookie. My God, just look at it. Affecting everyone around it, so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait... Watch - you see, I have sent it chocalate chips, a very special chocalate. I baked it myself. It starts so simply, each crumb of the chocolate creating a new effect, just like poetry. First, a rush... heat... it flutters my heart. You can see it, Neo, yes? She
does not understand why - is it the chocolate? No. What is it then, what is the reason? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. This is the nature of the cookie. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretense, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. “cookies”. There is no escape from it, we are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the `why.' `Why' is what separates us from them, you from me. `Why' is the only real social power, without it you are cookieless. And this is how you come to me, without `why,' without cookie. Another crumb in the cookie. But fear not, since I have seen how good you are at following recipes, I will tell you what to do next. Run back, and give the baker this message: Her time is almost up. Now I have some real baking to do, I will say adieu and goodbye.