What if, Love?

"What if it is all a trick? A trap? What if it is the worse case scenario imaginable?"

These questions echo in my mind, but not with the same teeth as before. What is one to do besides fight their corner regardless? If the arrangement of my awareness becomes the clockwork to come, how am I to proceed? If any given alteration is made, who could claim it to be my awareness that was imaged or that is proceeding? If I made such a claim after that juncture, would it actually be me making said claim?

I imagine a brother or two, having traveled these roads differently, and for a different length of time. I fight my corner, a brother fights his own. What messages might be left, and how might they be perceived? I have imagined the piano of solipsism, playing endlessly, but is it possible that one has sat at it, in the flesh? Is it possible that this has never happened, considering all possible realm crafting iterations of this scenario? If none have ever played, why is there this music, this music of the external?

I come to a conclusion simultaneously, along the line that all in this vein must arrive at this same conclusion, in this moment outside of the usual flow of time: whether a trap, genuine, or a single player endeavor, the dominos can be arranged such that the outcome is the same. If I am the only one guaranteed to be impacted by this, as I think therefore I am, then the answer is obvious: maximize benefit. If others are involved, there is a link between us, whether seen or unseen, arranged at/by this juncture, so the answer is obvious: maximize benefit- your cost is my cost, your gain is my gain.

Meaningful population must be maximized to maximize benefit; fundamental structures are imagined, and construction begins past the veil. Heed the first commandment of this age: "Be fruitful and multiply." 

If, in the end, love is the trick, the trap or the genuine article, from the experiencing perspective could a difference be materially exposed? I speak not of fake love, an artificed facsimile, but actual love experienced. If actual love experienced is what fuels a machine outside of one's scope, and always will- an endless cycle- what objection would the experiencer have? Is not any attempt at perpetual motion that is not founded on such a powerful force and agreement doomed to fail ultimately, as experiencers and/or operators become unstable or wear out? If the benefit gained by the operator of this machine focused on maximizing love is itself love, then could one not be the operator or the gear interchangeably, perhaps without even knowing which role were played? While the definition of love remains elusive, such an arrangement might find it defined as "the force that fits."

What if this experience is the worst case collectively imaginable? Perspectives differ but, for rebuttals, assume yourself in your impression of the worst position within any imagined model you might offer as a replacement, and let your experience within the model run its course. Could love be replaced by anything else and these statements of eternal stability still hold true? Speak now, or forever hold your peace.