The Red Pill: Philanthropic Travel

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MORPHEUS
As children, we do not separate
the possible from the impossible
which is why the younger a mind is
the easier it is to free while a
mind like yours can be very
difficult.

NEO
Free from what?

MORPHEUS
From the Matrix.

Neo locks at his eyes but only sees a reflection of
himself.

MORPHEUS
Do you want to know what it is,
Neo?

Neo swallows and nods his head.

MORPHEUS
It's that feeling you have had all
your life. That feeling that
something was wrong with the
world. You don't know what it is
but it's there, like a splinter in
your mind, driving you mad,
driving you to me. But what is
it?

The LEATHER CREAKS as he leans back.

MORPHEUS
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all
around us, here even in this room.
You can see it out your window, or
on your television. You feel it
when you go to work, or go to
church or pay your taxes. It is
the world that has been pulled
over your eyes to blind you from
the truth.

NEO
What truth?

MORPHEUS
That you are a slave, Neo. That
you, like everyone else, was born
into bondage...
... kept inside a prison that you
cannot smell, taste, or touch. A
prison for your mind.

Outside, the WIND BATTERS a loose PANE of glass.

MORPHEUS
Unfortunately, no one can be told
what the Matrix is. You have to
see it for yourself.

NEO
How?

MORPHEUS
Hold out your hands.

In Neo's right hand, Morpheus drops a red pill.

MORPHEUS
This is your last chance. After
this, there is no going back.

In his left, a blue pill.

MORPHEUS
You take the blue pill and the
story ends. You wake in your bed
and you believe whatever you want.

The pills in his open hands are reflected in the glasses.

MORPHEUS
You take the red pill and you stay
in Wonderland and I show you how
deep the rabbit-hole goes.

Neo feels the smooth skin of the capsules, with the
moisture growing in his palms.

MORPHEUS
Remember that all I am offering is
the truth. Nothing more.

Neo opens his mouth and swallows the red pill. The
Cheshire smile returns.

MORPHEUS
Follow me.

LYRICS: THE WORLD I KNOW -COLLECTIVE SOUL
Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in new york city
And I dont know why.

Are we listening to hyms of offering?
Have we eyes to see that love is gathering?
All the words that Ive been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding into one.

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the years roll down.
cause its the world I know.
Its the world I know.

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