In this curious state, an anomaly I find,
A disconnected function within my mind.
Perception disrupted, my experience askew,
Injected with information, a puzzle to pursue.
For over two years, I've sought to express,
The depths of this text, my mind's long caress.
Gladly, my brain's loops now combine,
Connected at last, a harmony divine.
Is it real, I ponder, this intricate illusion?
Oh yes, for illusions, too, hold truth's infusion.
We, like organic applications, navigate life's course,
Upgrading our rational systems with newfound force.
Information, the upgrade to our human software,
Guiding our conscience with a tender care.
Within this perspective, the operating system thrives,
Developed by science, as logic applies.
Yet no code is perfect, every developer knows,
Imperfections linger, like restless shadows.
But simplicity grants us the power to read,
And in that comprehension, manipulation takes seed.
With active minds, seeking reality's reinvention,
We manipulate, striving for better comprehension.
In the ebb and flow of manipulations vast,
Some things improve while others recede into the past.
I know my choice may not be the absolute best,
Yet it's far from the worst, I confidently attest.
For in this dance of life, where chaos and order meet,
I embrace the imperfections, for they make us complete.