the Matrix: or, what if Jesus was Superman and what if Superman knew kung fu.

 "This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes."   - Morpheus
   So love it or hate it I think most of us can agree that simulation theory is fun to chew on. And the Matrix is the best popular example of it. So that is what I am going to ramble about today. 
The movie (at least the first one ) is a great popcorn movie. Though I will say personally, I prefer the Animatrix for its diversity and sometimes depth. But the first matrix is the one that most people are familiar with. The chosen one and his kung-fu VS a system that has enslaved humanity into nothing more than batteries that is its narrative. He scraps against the odds beating the agents than threatens his universes equivalent of god...sounds like a righteous power fantasy to me, no? Well, that is how I think of it at least. Some popcorn escapism with some exciting ideas tacked on to give it the illusion of depth. But the gnostic ideas that the fictional universe creates is one of the more exciting by-products of this particular piece of escapism.  The idea that that outside of the system lives matter more than the majority that is enslaved. But as we learn in the later movies, even Zion and the resistance are merely part of a plan to tighten the noose and restrict the liberty of those who are enslaved to a needle point. Where there is no waste only efficiency, cold calculated and perfect. This goes against my understanding of zen my other primary source for my identity other than gnostic Christianity. The idea that the people who are part of a system are less than human to me is madness. If only because there has to be at least a pinch of guilt that they neo was always part of the machines plan... but what about the ending you say, well it is a hollow holly wood pop-corn film. What if Jesus was Superman and Superman knew kung fu? You know.... We owe life a debt and death collects it, but that doesn't mean you are above or below anyone. When we escape this world, we all go to some place, and it is called somewhere else. Not better or worse, just difrent even if it is oblivion.

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