There is no spoon

10 hours. For are we not hard? Verily. And are we not geeks? Indubitably.
I have to say though, after we made our way through the entire Matrix series, it was a real disappointment at the end of the third film when the Matrix and the 'real world' outside it in fact turned out to be nothing more than a massive and elaborate snow globe on the galaxy sized desk of Zarnak 7, a mid-level paper-pusher at the Fornetian Manufacturing Concern (Zeta Universe Division), which in itself was a dream that a small boy named Timmy from Darfield was having.
All those weighty philosophical issues, gunfire, love, death and kung-fu, and all along everyone was inside an enormous executive toy imagined by a 6 year old yokel.
Makes you think, really.