P: Do not try to bend the spoon thats impossible instead only try to realize the truth
N: what truth..
P: There is no spoon
N: There is no spoon?!!
P: Then you’ll see that it is not the spoon that bends, its only yourself .. (smiles..)

Reality is formed, sustained and experienced by perception. Its a tangled hierarchy. Which I believe is the corner stone of any wonderfully complex system such as this world. Parts must sum up to form parts that can be combined to form even bigger whole. Its identical to concept of pairs in Lisp. If a pair can be an element of another pair. No data structure, howsoever complex it be, is beyond reach. Subject and object is one such pair. Perceiver and perceived are inherently tied. I saw a ted video recently, swami dayanand saraswati said, if u fake it long enough and hard enough, u make it. It is so true for courage, enthusiasm, and even being!. A persistent change in perception is bound to materialize into reality. A change in reality almost certainly changes perception. Fate therefore is a matter of choice. Choice a result of events. “There is no spoon” says the other potential even when Neo is holding one in his hands. There is a suggestion of surrender here, which can be elevated to transcending or degraded to succumbing. Why should we reject something that feels real, for something out there. Why should be bother about the veracity of reality anyway, just relax ..shouldn’t we. The reason I guess lies in the closure property of the world. We are the world just as much as we are part of it. In this journey we meet Oracles, and Morpheuses and Smiths and Cyphers. We join the believers and fight the sentinels. We make a free choice or let ourselves be guided by fate. Until in the end we realize, we are fighting with ourselves. and that the battle ends only by, and instantly after, a voluntary surrender which then shapes a whole new reality with we being the center of the 10,000 things like everyone else. In this attempt to dig deeper into this reality we are,  probably silently but earnestly, wishing to find ourselves.

So deep, goes the rabbit hole
but so does my mind, my heart, my soul,
oneday I would reach the end and see,
i was always the one, all were always, one with me