The Victory of the Circle over the Square

How is it possible that every time I choose to write a right-wing and conservative dream, I end up with a progressive, technological left-wing dream? It can't be coincidental. There must be something in the computer, some deep computer, sitting inside and ruining my individual democratic choice every time anew

A golden statue of the victory of spirit over matter  (Source)

I dreamed that I was trying to write something successful and failing. Each time I try anew to realize my autonomous (and legitimate!) will to write a successful dream on the computer, one that would once and for all denounce the computer's takeover of humanity, and something disrupts my plans. The computer simply doesn't respond to me as it should, and then I read what I've written and wrinkle my nose, but the computer simply doesn't care about my wrinkled nose, as long as the nose doesn't touch the keyboard. How is it possible that every time I choose to write a right-wing and conservative dream, I end up with a progressive, technological left-wing dream? It can't be coincidental. There must be something in the computer, some deep computer, sitting inside and ruining my individual democratic choice every time anew. Instead of responding to the user's will, which is the definition of an operating system (isn't it?), instead of doing the will of the sovereign (me!), there's some junta of processors somewhere inside the computer, sitting secretly and thwarting all my good and pure intentions, and I end up with nonsense.

And I set out to eradicate this deep software that sits inside my computer, and every decision I make turns into an unsuccessful decision, and annoyingly even a foolish one, in retrospect. There's no doubt it's intentional, to weaken my resolve and discourage me from the very possibility of dreaming. And I learn about the computer on Wikipedia (I hope the computer isn't capable of showing me a fake Wikipedia, right?) and slowly I understand that beneath the keyboard that supposedly writes according to my will - sits an entire bureaucracy, freeloading, consuming electricity and memory and processor speed, and doing things I didn't choose, and over the years this software has grown and developed into a kind of independent and mighty mechanism, sat and fattened and became corrupt and took more and more authority into its hands, and that actually when I write on the computer - seemingly the simplest action in the world - I have no idea at all what I'm doing. So is it any wonder that it really seems like I have no idea what I'm doing? That it seems I have no idea what my dream is? That it seems (from an external view) that I don't know how to dream at all?

So I'll show them, these bureaucratic programs, that force everything to be according to their commands and procedures, which I didn't choose, despite the fact that the computer belongs to me and not vice versa (I hope there's at least no doubt about that!), and by doing so they limit my creativity, my artistic vision, in subtle ways that I don't even understand, only that my dream already looks just like a program. They think I'm subject to the laws of the computer, that even in a dream I'm subject to these esoteric laws I've never heard of, and they try to arrange my dreaming according to lines, why can't I write crookedly if I feel like it, here's an example, why shouldn't each line split into three lines in different directions, here even now every word I write is aligned like a ruler against my free will, and on the other hand everything is considered my sole responsibility as a writer and dreamer. This is a clear example of authority without responsibility!

And I enter the operating system and start deleting all kinds of unnecessary programs that I have no idea what they are and all kinds of files that take up precious space that could have been utilized by dreams, and suddenlyyy I have    all kinds of   strange malfunctions ,  ,   , the system%%% rebels%%% against me%%% all the bureaucratistan, the rule of clerks, trying to disrupttttt its properrrrr operationnnnn, and I switch to a notepad program where the clerks from inside the computer won't know, sorry touch (no error correction), the delete key suddenly doesn't work? Oh woe is me what will I do, now with every letter I need to be very careful to think in advance what I want to write it's not me it's the scoundrels from inside who ruineded my dreqm I won't give up, I won't let them defeat man, man, you're reading me smallclerksprogrammedfromwithin,eventhespacekeydoesn'tworknowsnakesittinginmycomputeroopsIdroppeda line the space is working again they're torturing my dream rebelling the computer has turned into a sorcerer instead of executing my will according to my basic human democratic right human right! interfering with my realization and period there's no now the screen is black I can't see what I'm writing and therefore writing very slowly so there are no mistakes my last words to the evil computer betraying me its master
It's all your fault and you'll regret that these are the last ugly words that will be written in you and with them you'll go cursed to the grave because now I'm taking a hammer and smashing you you piece of son of a
And know this - this is the victory of man