Opening week now behind us, the net is rife with speculation into the Wachowski brothers’ intentions with their symbol-laden Matrix: Reloaded. One particular point of contention is whether Zion (and the rest of the “real world”) is also a part of the Matrix or perhaps a second, container Matrix for the original 1990s NYC Matrix. This scifi convention speculation is all well and good, but when all is said and done, the Wachowski brothers have no intention of their fans being able to figure it out before Matrix: Revolutions comes out in theaters later this year.
The architect explains that
As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99.9% 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 probability of disaster…
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.
The Architect, the Oracle, the Merovingian, Persophone, Agent Smith–all these represent what Saul/Paul called “the principalities and powers of the air,” or what Paul-explicator Walter Wink has more simply called “the powers-that-be.” A scene from the Hebrew Bible book of Daniel may help explain. Disturbed by a vision he does not understand, Daniel fast and prays for three weeks for understanding, but receives no reprieve. Finally, the angel Gabriel arrives to explain the vision, but first offers this explanation for his delay:
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In the latest installment of the Matrix trilogy we learn that Sigmund Freud had lasik surgery and was even more of a pompous prick than we’d imagined. Not only that, but he is the creator of the Matrix and goes by the hacker name of “the Architect.” (Some issues with your chosen profession, Sigmund?)
The Oracle, the Architect informs us, is the mother of the Matrix, responsible specifically for discovering that the early versions of the Matrix failed because humanity needed imperfection to function, not heaven on earth. So we have a mother goddess, but not of the usual variety. She’s wise and compassionate, but she also needs a bodyguard and runs the hell away as soon as the rougue Agent Smith(s) comes around. The usual surroundings of a mother goddess are absent–nature, life, animals, fecundity–replaced instead by concrete and housing projects.
From the Oracle’s insights into humanity’s need for imperfection, the Architect designed the Matrix we know and love, a Matrix that is almost perfect. Almost, because 0.1% of the human Duracells plugged into the Matrix reject it, leading to the creation of the resistance, to Zion. Eventually this leads to the arrival of the One, who must return to the Source Code of the Matrix in order to reboot it before it crashes, killing humans and machines alike. Our friend Neo, it turns out, is the sixth “One” since the creation of the Oracle-corrected Matrix.
The Oracle is complicit. There is none of the romanticism and sentimentalism of much of the current popular religious fascination with goddess sprirituality. She loves candy, true, but she is not the wholesome counter to the male sky god Architect; she is his partner in crime. The Oracle is co-responsible for the endless recreation of a world of suffering and oppression. Could it be that mother doesn’t know best either?
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The design of last month’s issue (the first) was intriguing. The design of this month’s issue was irresistible. (Oddly enough, last month’s issue was the same design as this month’s issue.) No ads. Inside covers decorated with nothing but gold and light grey stripes. Each page framed by a pica or two of one of the cover’s six colors, rotating through them article by article. (Oddly enough, similar to MyIrony’s colors.) Portraits of Jack White and Judith Butler (et al.) by the love child of Roy Lichtenstein and the Wall Street Journal. Paper that you can’t keep from touching, and touching again. Conversations with Borders associate, who found last issue’s design intriguing, and wonders if this issue is irresistible.
Contents: the print equivalent of wood s lot, in long form, published monthly. The subscription: $65US for twelve issues a year. The website: still in development, but holding much promise. One promise in particular:
This page will regularly offer ideas for books or stories or works in other media, from those who can’t act upon them. All ideas are assumed original and are cost-free. Take what you want and do what you will. In all cases they are offered in the hopes that these worthy projects will find their way to someone with the time and wherewithal to pursue them.
Yes, I do know it’s not Wednesday. But you can’t keep from looking, can you?
The Pietist. His virtues are many, to be sure. He is earnest, sincere, serious, forthright. He practices constant introspection—his spiritualized self-flagellation—in order to learn his vices, because to be aware of virtue is sure sign of vice. His regimented morality leads to his “principled stands” in public life, where he can showcase his honor, his integrity, which he pretends to himself is not for the benefit of putting on a show. The horror the Pietist inflicts is not his self-absorbed masochism, but his insistence that we all become Pietists, or rather, his naive assumption that we are all already Pietists—or else that we impose guilty feelings on ourselves for not being so, which is only to say the same thing. But hisgreat terror is the former Pietist, the post-Pietist, the Trickster, for she refuses to cooperate with his party’s ideology, an act the Pietist can counter only by creating his own imaginative ironies, self-contradictions, cultural incoherences, and purposeful nonchalance. But to commit such acts he must no longer be a Pietist! For what can the Pietist create except more sins to mark upon his flesh? Or should Thor become Loki in a day?
(Another one from the not too distant past.)
Salon asks if they’ve discovered the liberal Limbaugh. Listen to this and decide for yourself. Truly terrifying, the clip shows how Karl Rove’s Bush speeches follow a script straight out of George Orwell’s 1984:
- Big Brother loves you.
- Stand by for an important announcement from the Ministry of Truth.
- Oceania has always been at war with EastAsia.
- You must hate the Resistance.
- You must love Big Brother.
Required listening. It’s a big download, but you will not be disappointed.