Through the Looking Glass

Sunday, July 24, 2005

control

things fall apart, the center cannot hold

don't let your anger destroy you

Friday, July 22, 2005

heartache

love the heart that hurts you
but never hurt the heart that loves you

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

of Faith and religion

Once there was a man who dared God to speak

Burn the bush like you did for Moses, God
And i will follow

Collapse the walls like you did for Joshua, God
And i will fight

Still the waves like you did on Galilee, God
And i will listen

And so the man sat by a bush, near a wall, close to the sea and waited for God to speak.

And God heard the man, so God answered.

He sent fire, not for a bush, but for a church.
He brought down a wall, not of brick, but of sin.
He stilled a storm, not of the sea, but of a soul.

And God waited for the man to respond. And he waited.
And he waited...
And waited.

But because the man was looking at bushes, not hearts;
bricks and not lives, seas and not souls,
he decided that God had done nothing.

Finally he looked to God and asked, Have you lost your power?
And God looked at him and said, Have you lost your Faith?

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Results and Roses

The man who wants a garden fair,
Or small or very big,
With flowers growing here and there,
Must bend his back and dig.

The things are mighty few on earth
That wishes can attain,
Whatever we want of any worth
We've got to work to gain.

It matters not what goal you seek
Its secret here reposes:
You've got to dig from week to week
To get Results or Roses.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Mr. Meant - To

Mr. Meant-To has a comrade,
And his name is Didn't-Do;
Have you ever chanced to meet them?
Did they ever call on you?

These two fellows live together
In the house of Never-Win,
And I'm told that it is haunted
By the ghost of Might-Have-Been.

Friday, May 27, 2005

faces, places and spaces

the beauty mesmerised me.

could such a space truly be framed?

open mouthed. gaping.

it transcends time and space. such dazzling splendor.

gorgeousness. exquisite.

but it ends in all finality. leaving me feeling tasteless.

Friday, April 22, 2005

hope.

Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.

If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.

We won't.

what is hope? we cling onto it in times of need. but this kinda hope, really is a human delusion. the only real hope there is, is the hope and the faith we put into reiligion. into our belief in God. we Hope for Salvation. and the reason we cling onto this Hope, is because of our Faith. all i can wish for, is that with every passing day, my Faith will grow stronger. the rope of Hope dangling before me gets stronger, as i climb onwards, upwards, to that final destination. that Salvation.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

why do we do it?

"Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? 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? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constrects of a feeble human intellect trying deperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. 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?!"

to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose... Why do you persist?

Neo replied with a simple "Because I choose to". but does that answer anything? Or does that just prove that Agent Smith is right? Is everything around you an illusion? just vagaries of perception? Undeniably, our feeble human intellect tries desperately to justify our existence. But is it truly without meaning or purpose? is it?

we give our life its own meaning and purpose. fuel it. define it. its what you choose to do that matters and you don't have any need to justify your actions as long as its what you believe in and you know its what is right. and so what if its pointless to keep fighting? should we ever give up? even if we know we can't win? can't succeed? no. we persist. we stick to what we believe in. because we choose to.

can you see?

follow the white rabbit

Hello, Neo.

Who are you?

I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.

Why am I here?

Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which, despite my sincerest efforts, I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably... here.

You haven't answered my question.

Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

Others? How many others? What others? Answer my question!

The Matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the 6th version.

5 `One's before me? 4 3 2 What are you talking about? There are only two possible explanations, either no one told me, or no one knows.

Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic - creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

You can't control me! I'm gonna smash you to bits! I'll fuckin' kill you!
Choice. The problem is choice.

The first Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art - flawless, sublime. A triumph equalled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. Thus, I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another - an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.

The Oracle.

Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probablility of disaster.

This is about Zion.

You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed - its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Bullshit. Bullshit!

Denial is the most predictable of all human responses, but rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

The function of the One is now to return to the Source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which, you will be required to select from the Matrix 23 individuals - 16 female, 7 male - to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash, killing everyone connected to the Matrix, which, coupled with the extermination of Zion, will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

You won't let it happen. You can't. You need human beings to survive.

There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility of the death of every human being on this world. It is interesting, reading your reactions. Your 5 predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication - a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific - vis a vis love.

Trinity.

Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life, at the cost of her own.

No.

Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already, I can see the chain reaction - the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason - an emotion that is already blinding you from the simple and obvious truth. She is going to die, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.

If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.

We won't.