"I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss."
Cypher, from The Matrix

Are you willing to trade the essential truths for imaginary steak? Will you succumb to the blue pills that promise to make you comfortably numb? The Babylon Matrix, the realm of Maya, is always tempting you toward infatuation with its lesser rings of power, inviting you to eat of its pathologized tissue, and internalize the fever hallucinations of the consensual reality. One matrix to rule them, and in the darkness bind them. Only you can decide whether you take the blue pill and follow the woman in the red dress. Consider this a propitious time to take the red pill and follow the rabbit down the rabbit hole, and find out how deep it really goes.