The Matrix: Control, Imbalance, Love and Sacrifice

September 23rd, 2011   by   Andrew

Part of the Chapter 14 of the series Myths and Dragons

The Matrix series of movies says a lot about our present-day mythology. Here are three points.

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When the main character, Neo, the messiah character and hero of the story, goes to see the Oracle, she tells him that being “the one” is a lot like being in love. True equations can be read in either direction, and so we should be able to read this as saying:

being in love is a lot like being “the one”.

This means the story of Neo is in fact a lot like the story of anyone that has shared the common experience of being in love.

Neo’s a funny character. He doesn’t always have things figured out. He isn’t really a leader and he isn’t always that smart when it comes to dealing with people. The movie-makers received some criticism for casting Keanu Reeves as Neo. Keanu Reeves doesn’t have a reputation for playing college professors, if you know what I mean. But the series isn’t about “the smartest one”; it’s about “the one”.

The movie series isn’t about being right. It’s about getting our relationships right and managing things like love that can take over our motivations. If the movie can tell us anything, it’s that we need to get our relationships right, ourselves right, before we can have a good relationship with the world.

At the end of the first movie, Neo is killed after deciding to save a friend. However, he goes through a resurrection when another character, Trinity, declares that she loves him. So this story, like practically every story, isn’t really about some fictional character. It’s about the audience watching it. The movie is trying to say something about how we look at our relationships, how we act when we are in love.

The third movie begins with Neo in a place of limbo after realizing the potential extent of his powers. The love of his life, Trinity, and two friends, Morpheus and Seraph, go to a character named the Merovingian in order to negotiate Neo’s release from limbo. Negotiations break down, the Merovingian demands the near impossible, and Trinity becomes desperate.

TRINITY: I don’t have time for this s$#@!

She attacks, every blow breaking some kind of bone.

Seraph and Morpheus scramble at the surrounding guards, barely able to stop them from shooting her as she cuts a path between her and the Merovingian. Trinity snatches a guard’s gun and jams it against the Merovingian’s head. Everyone freezes.

TRINITY: You want a deal? How about this? You give me Neo, or we all die, right here, right now.

MEROVINGIAN: Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man?

TRINITY: Believe it.

PERSEPHONE: She’ll do it. If she has to she’ll kill every one of us. She’s in love.

Love is an incredible motivation. Stories help us with sorting out our motivations. (See this post for more on a mythological understanding of motivation). It’s really quite amazing what someone might do because of love. We can be reborn, change our attitude towards things, and take up responsibility for someone else. But we can also turn to acts of desperation and violence. Love isn’t the answer. Love is an answer. And it has consequences.

At the end of the series, Neo has a choice to make while battling his enemy, Smith. In a sense the two fighters balance each other out. They could fight indefinitely. But then change wouldn’t really occur. In the end, Neo chooses to be a sacrifice for those he loves, something he finds more important than himself.

But remember, this story isn’t about Neo or what he’s done for those he loves. It’s about being the one.

2.

In the second movie, Neo faces a test from a character by the name of Seraph while searching for the Oracle. Here is a video of that test.

NEO: You could have just asked.

SERAPH: No. You do not truly know someone until you fight them.

It is a very different fight scene from others in the series. It isn’t so much a contest to win but a display of ability and technique. It’s almost like a ritual dance between the two.

The default attitude today is still one of competition or challenge – matching skill and knowledge against skill and knowledge. This is the frame we go to, often without thinking about it,  for matters of politics (left vs. right), academics (argument through evidence and reason) or business (fight for market dominance).

It’s part of who we are. But we can choose to be violent and destructive about it, or we can choose to test each other and learn from the exchange. We can manage our aggression through practice and discipline. And, we can construct our relationships through mutually beneficial challenge. We can also fight our own urges to dominate or be right and instead find another path – peace.

3.

After the test, Neo feels compelled to ask Seraph a question:

NEO: What are you?

SERAPH: I protect that which matters most.

Seraph then leads Neo to talk to the Oracle. The Oracle is a program in the Matrix and helps the characters of the movies with their choices. She especially helps them with understanding the choices they will make.

Later in the second movie Neo faces a character called the Architect, a man with a well-trimmed white beard and a well-tailored suit. He is the one that made the Matrix, and we learn that he is obsessed with balancing equations – creating order through systems of control. That’s his purpose. The Matrix has a flaw, and although the Architect would rather get rid of it, it’s needed all the same. That flaw is the human ability to choose. This doesn’t mean it cannot be managed. In fact, Neo’s very existence is part of a system that allows the mistake to function as part of the Matrix;  a reset to the system if the flaw gets out of control.

This flaw is a sore point for the Architect. He would prefer it if things were orderly, predictable and balanced.

It is the Oracle’s job to unbalance the system. Without it, there would be no change and the system would not function. And any system with a beginning has to have an end.

After Neo has sacrificed himself in the third movie and ended the war between humans and machines, the Architect goes to the Oracle.

ARCHITECT: You played a very dangerous game.

ORACLE: Change always is.

ARCHITECT: If it were up to me, it wouldn’t have ended this way.

ORACLE: Then I’m grateful it wasn’t up to you.

ARCHITECT: Just how long do you think this peace will last?

ORACLE: As long as it can.

Ultimately, it is not the Architect that earns our allegiance or worship. It is not the Architect that helps Neo with his final choice. The Architect, like most cultures we have constructed, is just part of a system of control within yet another system of control. He’s good at his job, but cannot escape the necessity of change. Even he himself seems to admit he isn’t the one in charge. He may construct the Matrix and balance it but we do not owe him any more loyalty for that job than is necessary.

It is the one that unbalances it that we face up to and learn from.

It’s not our job to be saved and let someone else live for us. When it’s time to play our role, we as individuals have to be “the one”.

What do you think?

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Thanks to The Matrix 101 for some ideas,

And of course, Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey.

See also the related posts on the structure of myth — the known, the unknown, the explorer and maybe the psychology of myth


My New Religion

December 3rd, 2010   by   zippy

I’m trying out a new religion today.

What do you think?

 

It doesn’t really give me any authority. And sometimes it might make me vulnerable and powerless.

And it might take a lot of practice…


How far is too far?

March 31st, 2010   by   happynews

True love knows no boundaries.

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When Rodan’s partner and true love Malena was shot in Croatia, he left her with the Vokics and took their young family to spend the winter in South Africa.  Doctors and the Vokic family didn’t expect Malena to survive through that first winter, but she surprised them all.  And also to their surprise, Rodan made the 13,000 kilometres journey back in the spring to reconnect with Malena – and has every spring since.

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Rodan and Malena are white storks, and while the species is not always monogamous, these two have proven time and again that they are meant to be.  Malena was shot through the wing by hunters, and although her life was saved by local veterinarians and by the family that nursed her back to health, the tragedy left her unable to fly.

The couple continues to mate and every year, Rodan teaches the young to fly (traditionally the mother’s duty) and in the winter he accompanies the brood to warm and sunny South Africa.  Malena waits patiently for him to return to her backyard home in the spring.

Who says that birds aren’t romantic?

Can all the creatures of earth find and feel a love such as this?

(the original article and another photo can be found here)


Daisy the Cat and Nicknames

February 1st, 2010   by   Andrew

We’ve been having some trouble with our cat lately.

I’ll introduce you to her. This is typical of what we tell people that come to visit us.

“This is Daisy. Careful. She might brush up against you looking for attention. She’s curious, but if you pet her for more than 5 seconds she might hiss and then get weird. She doesn’t normally bite, but she wants you to think that she’s a ferocious, independent cat. She is not very active. We’ve tried all sorts of things to keep her moving, but she gets bored very easily. She’s fairly old now, about 15 years, and it is getting more difficult… well, she is just getting more difficult…”

Daisy has collected a few nicknames over the years. Shannon said I shouldn’t list them here. “You’ll hurt her feelings!”

But, we have come to the conclusion that she is not an English cat anyway. She has made it quite clear she doesn’t care for the English language (or maybe she just doesn’t care to). We think she is either Romanian or maybe Spanish. So far, we’ve tried to learn a little Spanish (“la naranja es anaranjado!”). No real effect yet, but it might be that she’s a cat and so doesn’t  care no matter how you say it.

So, here’s part of the ongoing list of nicknames given to her:

Daisy the Hutt

Rumplefatskin

Our-Little-Screamapillar

(kind of a pick-up from The Simpsons – without constant reassurance she might die)

Princess ChubbyBuns

Butterbag

and

Fatty-Fat Fat-Fat

(a clear and definite rip from The Simpsons)


“Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don’t know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them – we can love completely without complete understanding.” – A River Runs Through It



Curing (A thank-you to Leonard Cohen)

January 27th, 2010   by   Andrew

From the looks of things, I’m a little late for Leonard’s 75th. But, however late respect comes along, it is still respect.

I wrote this several years ago, abandoned it, but always begrudged just leaving it.

Cookies and kudos to anyone that can recognize which song to ‘sing this over’.

Curing

by Andrew Gilchrist

So I knelt there at the delta,
at the alpha and the omega,
I knelt there like one who believes
– Leonard Cohen, Light as a Breeze

I can’t pretend I’m not.
– Leonard Cohen, Ain’t No Cure For Love


I’m tired of the discipline
So I go see if the doctor’s in
I’m lying with another prayer
The doctor asks how I’ve been
I breathe and try to imitate the wind
And then look up blushing through my hair

I lay there on the table
Until the nurse asks if I’m able
To please turn and cough, if I’d care
And it all felt like some fable
I could forget the doctor, Clark Gable
And come kneeling with another prayer

O blessing in waiting
Lie and wait in this chair
For something from heaven
Or something right here.

But she found in me another ache
I couldn’t tell what was at stake
The old doctor books are locked under the stair
How might I fix a broken spine?
I’ve spilt too much to respect your wine
Or shoot the breeze with theologies that seem fair?

Pretending sick I return
Bending over from a burn
I come kneeling for another prayer
The doctor sends me to the river
There’s a lesson there he says to consider
If I find it please come back and share

I find the nurse beside the water
There’s a lesson there nature’s taught her
And she laughs at  my windswept hair
She smooths it down with her brush
To her it really isn’t much
A revelation makes me stop and stare

O blessing in waiting
Lie and wait in this chair
For something from heaven
Or something right here.

Wine and dance might make me bitter
But it’ll keep me warm this winter
And to think that I thought myself a player
My senses put down this crutch
The pilgrim doesn’t need to rush
Just be prepared to be bound in prayer

So many doctors now on the transit
I want to pay them  a call, a visit
They ask, “Blood and soul, how goes the career?”
The therapy seems to do the trick
So give it time, just wait a bit
And I’ll come kneeling with another prayer

the doctors are working day and night,
– Leonard Cohen, Ain’t No Cure For Love

And like a blessing come from heaven
For something like a second
I was cured and my heart
was at ease.
– Leonard Cohen, Light As A Breeze

All the love.

All the blessings.

(I’m totally going to send this to Victoria. I can just imagine what she is going to think, with my L.C. adoration….)


Avatars

January 18th, 2010   by   Andrew

I got my mom to read this over before I posted it. It started a whole avalanche of conversations between us. I think I will just post it as I wrote it originally. And then let it be.

I’d love some feedback. Am I going to far? Am I not going far enough?

Saw the movie Avatar last week. Bright colours. Big booms. Characters painted in broad strokes.

I enjoyed it immensely.

Some pretty deep research done for it, I think, and some creative minds working at the peaks of curiosities.

The Navi people believe you are born twice. First, entering the world as a baby. Second, becoming accepted as a member of the people, given the right to speak and be heard as an equal while taking on the responsibilities of the people.

Hmm. Got me thinking of Joseph Campbell.

Campbell’s book, “The Hero with a Thousand Faces”, did a major mind-freak on me. I bought it as one of the texts for a course when in school. Interestingly enough, I ended up dropping the course because of a conflict in my schedule with another course I thought I really wanted to take. Ended up the course (I thought) I really wanted to take became something of a dud. My friend Nick stuck it out in the original course and would taunt me from time to time because of it.

I kept all the texts for the dropped course. I tried to keep all my textbooks regardless of whether I liked them or not, whether they were a complete rip-off or not (“$78 for a 600-page snooze-fest and we use it four times!?! Anger RISING!!”) Call me a sucker, a book-crazy fool. I kept Campbell’s book and got to it the following summer.

My brother borrowed the book some time later from me. He laughed at me when he first saw my copy.

“Andrew, you use a bookmark to mark a page so you can find it easily again. What’s the point of putting a bookmark after every other page?”

It was the book that transformed me into one of those people that writes notes inside a book. Before then I would try to be polite and only make light pencil underlines or soft exclamation marks in the margins. But it wouldn’t work with Campbell’s book. The crisp, clean paper was too pregnant with ideas to be just merely handled politely. I was enraptured, engaged. I had to have a full conversation with it—notes, comments, extensions, rewordings, big question marks.

It got me thinking about my Christian upbringing too. Yea, I came back to it, didn’t I?

My folks weren’t big on the born-again thing. Yep, there are Christians out there like this. So when I was first exposed to the deeply rooted conviction of some people that insisted everyone must be born again through Jesus Christ, I was struck dangerously dumb. Seriously. I had a kind of inkling about what was going on, but at best my understanding was metaphorical (and focused on other things). So the emotional seriousness of such people caught me like “a deer in the headlights”, if you’ve heard the expression before…

It probably didn’t help that a friend of mine around that time gave me a tape of Dennis Miller’s stand-up routine. Yes, tapes. Date-stamp that remark. Dennis has a way of cutting through to the core of things. As Dennis put it, “pardon me for getting it right the first time.” (Thanks, Rob. Sarcasm did get us through a lot, didn’t it?)

It took me some time to process, but finally I came to this conclusion: saying that I needed to be born again through this historical male character (albeit, quite likely a genius) in order to begin my life of righteousness is an insult to the efforts and the biology and the role of my mother. It is also an act of control by human institutions and an attempt to map one religion upon cultural elements that can be found throughout the world.

However, becoming accepted as a responsible member of the community (whether it be the community of Christ, or the community as described by the address where you get your mail) is a second birth. I think it should be given such importance as to tie it to the word ‘birth’. For Christmas I had asked for a book by Jordan Peterson, “Maps of Meaning”. It’s a touch expensive. I did get Hitchens however, “God is not Great” from my parents, and I am working my way through my booklist right now eager to get to it. But I also know my birthday is coming so I am going to make another front for Peterson.

Christ’s genius, in biblical terms, has been described to me by my mom through his tying together of some of the most important teachings of Deuteronomy and Leviticus. And I’ve seen these tenets countless times in comments under blogs:

First, love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.

Second, Love your neighbor as yourself.

The first one requires belief. The second one requires action. The first one is interior. The second one is exterior. The first one can create a division between ‘us’ and ‘them’. The second one creates an ‘us’, despite how important or unimportant the division is between ‘us’ and ‘them’. The first one is only possible for those with a particular belief. The second is possible for all of us.

If you need the first and it leads you to the second, then the world is a better place. And I am thankful. But I can only stand witness, struck with awe, to the genius of the second one.

(Ok, yea I did some editing after all. All blessings, gang.)