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Morpheus:
La matrice est omniprésente.
Elle nous enveloppe même dans cette pièce. Tu
peux la voir de ta fenêtre ou quand tu allumes la télévision.
Tu sens sa présence quand tu pars travailler, quand
tu vas a l'église, quand tu paies tes impôts.
C'est le monde qu'ils ont mis devant tes yeux pour te cacher
la vérité.
If you were born in China, you'd most likely be a faithful
Communist. If you were born to a traditional tribal family
in Haiti, you'd be practicing Voodoo.
Every society produces people who are passionately convinced
that their beliefs are right, even to the extent that they
are willing to die for it.
The majority of humans are products of society. Almost every
religion claims that the other is wrong. One way or another
at least one billion people are living in error. Maybe none
of them have a monopoly on the truth, and everyone is wrong.
Wake up. Become intellectually independent of the society
that formed your beliefs. Otherwise you're just a puppet of
society. And society could be making some very grave errors...
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Morpheus:
As-tu déjà fait un rêve qui te semblait
vrai si tu ne sortais plus de ce rêve, comment distinguerais-tu
le rêve de la réalité
Imagine your name is Jeff Korman, a lawyer from El Paso, Texas.
You're walking down the street in London and you see a sign
that says
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Jeff Korman
El Paso / London
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An incredible coincidence! Curious to meet this guy, you
knock on the door. A voice answers:
"Hello! Come on in. Who are you?"
"I'm Jeff Korman."
"Jeff Korman! What a coincidence! Where
are you from? What do you do?"
"I'm a lawyer from El Paso."
"Me too, that's amazing. Tell me, where
do you live?"
"10 Clark Lane."
"10 Clark Lane! Whoa! That's my address.
What's your mother and father's name?"
"Alice and Jack."
"Hey - that's my parents. You're a fraud!
You're assuming my identity!"
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rush over with a straight jacket. You've got a lot of explaining
to do. Because this "Jeff Korman" living in London has friends
and clients who will vouch for him.
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How do you know you're right? Are you sure you are you?
The police are coming and you've got to convince them.
So you reach for your passport. That's good evidence: Jeff
Korman, your picture, your address.
But you've lost your passport! What dreadful timing!
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| The man from London reaches in his pocket and
pulls out a passport: Jeff Korman. His picture. Your address!
The police arrive.
"Okay, mister, can you prove you're really Jeff Korman?"
"I've got an idea!" you say. "Let's call Mom. That'll prove it!"
You dial your mother's number. She answers and you put her on the
speakerphone.
"Mom!"
"Who is this?"
"Mom! It's me, Jeff! This is no time for jokes. I'm in
trouble over here! Please, Mom..."
The other guy begins to speak, and she says, "Oh, hello,
Jeff. Who was that other character?"
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Are you still sure you're right? This has got to be a plot! Candid
Camera, perhaps. But how do you know? Maybe you really flipped your
lid. The police are pulling out the straight jacket.
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questions:
How many rooms are there at 10 Clark Lane? Where's the
kitchen? Is there a basement? How many steps? What's the name
of the next door neighbor? Where's the nearest drugstore?
As your investigation progresses, the reality emerges: the guy
is a fraud. He may be able to fake you out to some extent, but there's
no way he could know all the details.
Life can be confusing, but the truth can be found. Search honestly
and diligently - and you will discover it.
Trinity : The answer
is out there, and it's looking for you, and it will find you
if you want it to.
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