Agent Smith: "Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it freedom, or truth, perhaps peace, could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now. You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why do you persist?"

Neo: "Because I choose to."

**

Why do we fight so hard for the things we believe in? Even deeper, why do we think we have to fight, why do we even believe in the things we do? Why do we put our faith in love, feeble human emotion? Is it truly just a figment of our warped imaginations?

We go on and on through life, fighting for these various causes, everything ending in war. Ultimately concluding in hollow victory or defeat. Why do we insist on fighting? Is it for mere survival? Is it something deeper? Is there really a connection to something deeper than our intellect constructs?

I can't give answers to these questions, yet I am plagued constantly by them. As I sit here sipping on my tea, I think of why I do the things I do? Why do I exist? Why do I fight so hard for these things in my life that I create for myself. That's what they are, constructs of my imagination.

Is love truly deeper than a chemical reaction in the brain, or is it something more? Does it have "more" because we deem it as such, or because there is actual value there? This isn't something like paper money, that has value, this is something that is basically created in the mind and stored in proteins in the brain. It invokes emotion, basic chemical reactions firing off with internal stimuli as the catalyst.

It's so logical it burns straight through me, not really giving me any answers, but instead minimizing the thought patterns I've created.

I love. Indeed, I love. I have loved, I have went through that emotion. Love is pain, love is confusion, it's apathy. It makes us do so many horrible/wonderful things. We crucify those that disagree with us. We will die for our lovers. We search for the perfect mate. That person we'll be like for eternity. Attraction, being basic and primal. Love being elevated to something almost unattainable for most, and questioned by everyone else.

At its basic core, what is this love? Why has it resulted in wars, fights, murders, kidnappings, art, literature, copulation, culture, etc? Is it even worth it?

Even minimizing love down to basic chemistry, I still desire it. I desire to be held by my lover. I desire to write him poetry, create art, touch, and adore him. I want to live with him, have children with him, and nest with him. It's illogical, yes, but I want it anyway. I want to touch it and coddle it. I want love. Irrational or not, I want it so badly I will do anything for it. When I lay my head down to sleep, I taste it on my lips. Love.

I will fight for love. I will desire it. I will do anything to obtain it. Why? Why will I do so much for this feeble human emotion?

Because I choose to.