My friend, every thought you have ever had lives inside of you like a virus of the mind, spreading throughout the vast roots of dendrites and neurons and billions of interconnected pathways, creating associations and emotional efforts, not all of them conscious to you.

The magician of sorts empowers his own entities, as the holographic nature of reality cannot be escaped. It is only a prison when you neglect to acknowledge or perhaps see its limitlessness, not as an illusion, but an ever-shifting flux which your imagination guides.

You speak like there is something behind the hologram, the artifice, which you would prefer. But do you think you would be happy there? Or would you find yourself within yet another artifice, albeit one with different bounds? When and where does the final curtain of authenticity fall? Perhaps you would not like it there...behind your own eyes.