I have a cute little DVD player/television unit upon which I am now watching the Matrix: Reloaded because even though everyone was totally disappointed in the Matrix Trilogy, I found it to be epoch making and I am sticking with it because it’s old and familiar like a your favorite sweater or something.  the Ethers continue to coalesce around me and I am understanding the various layers of darkness and alienation which have constituted my life for years . . . even as spirits, such as this one named Jill, come to me and show me a higher plane where I can go and be happy.  I’ve been submerged in first-person accounts of the afterlife for weeks now.  I know a better world is waiting for me, and what’s even better I am utterly freed of guilt for having avoided life in this world . . . as far back as  high school I knew it was all crap, wouldn’t play by the rules, couldn’t bring myself to give a shit about anything. And I was right to do so because all those normos were dead wrong about everything.