Stay close to those who sing, tell stories, and enjoy life, 

and whose eyes sparkle with happiness. 

Because happiness is contagious and will always manage to find a solution, 

whereas logic can find only an explanation for the mistake made

Matrix

 

It is stated that Kid is the only person who ever did this 

Then we have Dan Davis in World Record 

So did Dan waking up on that table count before he was put back in 

It is stated as canon about Kid - yet we have Dan's story right next to it

At the end of Vanilla Sky he jumps off the building so he wake up from the simulation 

Makes you think how many people have tried it

Matrix

 

When Deus Ex puts Neo into the Matrix he meets Smith on the raining city street 

The whole place is different 

When the humans are watching the feed they ask if something is wrong - no, this is how it looks, it has been completely changed remade 

Smith says to Neo "Do you like what I've done with the place?" - he has remade it how he saw fit 

Everyone standing there is Smith - there are no more individuals - everyone is Smith 

The One 

Matrix vase

 

The vase is placed right on the edge by the door but if you are looking at the stove you don't look left and see it so you don't know it's there (what vase?) 

When you walk in and stop it is directly behind you 

Oracle indicates as she says it - this causes Neo to turn left and look behind - his left arm catches the vase and sends it over

 If she hadn't have said anything then no, he wouldn't have turned to look so wouldn't have broken it .

 

When you see "Clark" that is Superman dressed up messing about 

Chris did not play Clark as Clark doesn't exist 

Chris played Superman 

We the audience know this is Superman dressed up 

Jimmy, Perry, Lois think Superman and Clark are two different people 

We know better

 

There has always been a big parallel between Superman and Tarzan 

Tarzan was supposed to be an English Lord 

He established himself as Lord Of The Jungle

 Kal El was supposed to be something on Krypton

 On Earth he established himself as Superman

 

While the hero is played by the actor who makes the character work, the villain has to be played by the right actor 

He gets far more scope and range and has a lot more fun 

Alan Rickman in Robin Hood 

Wesley Snipes in Demolition Man

 Armand Assante in Judge Dredd 

Jim Carey 

Tommy Lee Jones 

Jack 

Michelle

 Danny 

Arnold

Uma 

in Batman

 

Our life is a constant journey, from birth to death. 

The landscape changes, the people change, our needs change, 

but the train keeps moving. 

Life is the train, not the station

 

Those late August mornings smelt of autumn 

from day-break 
till the hour when the sun-baked earth 
allowed the cool sea breezes 
to drive back the then less heavy aroma 

of threshed wheat, 
open furrows, 
and reeking manure.

 

August rain: 

the best of the summer gone, 

and the new fall not yet born. 

The odd uneven time.

 

Going after a dream has a price. 

It may mean abandoning our habits, it may make us go through hardships, or it may lead us to disappointment, et cetera.

 But however costly it may be, 

it is never as high as the price paid by people who didn’t live.

 Because one day they will look back and hear their own heart say: 

I wasted my life.

 

August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year.

 It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms.

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. 

 it is August: the summer's last stand.

 

To enjoy the rainbow, 

first enjoy the rain

 

Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around

Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy and dry

Strange voices are saying
What did they say
Things I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
This heat has got right out of hand


The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own

It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go

It's a cruel, cruel summer

Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel,
It's a cruel cruel summer
Now you're gone
You're not the only one

The Lion, the Witch, and the Sperming

 

The witch removes her white robes, revealing a body no less white, with high, small breasts, and nipples so dark, they are almost black 

The witch lies back upon the grass, pulls her knees back, and spreads her legs wide 

Beneath her body, the grass becomes rimed with frost 

“Now,” she says 

The lion licks her white cleft with its pink tongue, until she can take no more of it, and she pulls its huge mouth to hers, and wraps her icy legs into its golden fur 

The lion slides his huge penis past her vaginal lips and inside her body

"Go deep - go where my husband can never go - then you should cum"

Reaching a shuddering climax, the lion empties his balls into her 

Shoots his sperm into her 

Pumps his semen into her 

The sperming of the Queen 

 

 

Until one day when, as well as his spiritual death, physical death appears; 

at that moment God will ask:

 "what did you do with your life?" 

We must all answer this question,

 and woe betides those who answer: 

"I remained standing at the door

 

Scars are medals branded on the flesh, and your enemies will be frightened by them because they are proof of your long experience of battle. 

Often this will lead them to seek dialogue and avoid conflict.

Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them

 

Anyone who knows God cannot describe Him. 

Anyone who can describe God does not know Him

 

If someone comes to you with a gift, 

and you do not accept it, 

who does the gift belong to?

 

Those who look on other people's misery with indifference 

are the most miserable of all

 

God knew what he was doing when he drew their attention to the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. 

If he hadn’t wanted them to eat it, he would never have mentioned it

 

Let yourself get carried away by the night from time to time. 

Look up at the stars and try to get drunk on the sense of infinity. 

The night, with all its charms, is also a path to enlightenment.

 Just as a dark well has thirst-quenching water at its bottom, 

the night, whose mystery brings us closer to the mystery of God,

 has a flame capable of enkindling our soul 

hidden in its shadows

 

time doesn't teach;

 it merely brings us a sense of weariness and of growing older

 

The moments that precede sleep are very similar to death.

 We are filled by a torpor

 and it is impossible to know when the 'I' takes on a different form.

 Our dreams are our second life.

 

Even if you cannot change all the people around you,

 you can change the people you choose to be around

 

Once the soul has left the body it had to walk across a bridge as narrow as a knife edge, 

with paradise on the right 

and, on the left, 

a series of circles that lead down into the darkness inside the earth. 

Before crossing the bridge, each person had to place all his virtues in his right hand and all his sins in his left,

 and the imbalance between the two meant that the person always fell towards the side 

to which his actions on Earth had inclined him

 

if a frog is placed in a container along with water from its own pond, it will remain there, utterly still, while the water is slowly heated up. 

The frog doesn't react to the gradual increase in temperature, to the changes in its environment, and when the water reaches the boiling point, the frog dies, fat and happy.

On the other hand, if a frog is thrown into a container full of already boiling water it will jump straight out again, scalded, but alive

 

In life, there is only the present moment, the now. 

You can't measure time the way you measure distance between two points.

 "Time" doesn't pass

 

the two hardest tests on the spiritual road: 

the patience to wait for the right moment 

and the courage not to be disappointed with what you encounter

 

Record things in your heart. 

It’s more important than trying to show people what you’re experiencing

 

Human beings are the only ones in nature who are aware that they will die.

  knowing that their days are numbered and that everything will end when they least expect it, people make of their lives a battle that is worthy of a being with eternal life.

 What people regard as vanity-leaving great works, having children, acting in such a way as to prevent one's name from being forgotten- 

 the highest expression of human dignity

Merovingian

 

"Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de conard d'encule de ta mere"

Nom de Dieu - goddammit

Putain - fucking

encule - fucking

bordel - whore

Merde - shit

saloperie - filthy

conard - asshole

conard d'encule - fucking asshole

conard d'encule de ta mere - mother fucking asshole

encule de ta mere - mother fucker

 

You can’t choose whether or not you’ll suffer, 

but you can choose what you want to suffer for

 

It's what you do in the present 

that will redeem the past 

and thereby change the future.

 

 in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, Heaven or Hell is born. 

Hell is when we look back during that fraction of a second and know that we wasted an opportunity to dignify the miracle of life.

 Paradise is being able to say at that moment:

 "I made some mistakes, but I wasn`t a coward. I lived my life and did what I had to do.”

Matrix

 

If the first One was as Morpheus describes in the film - could make the Matrix over as he saw fit - and led the first of us out

The One would be able to self actualise

We saw what happened when Neo woke up in the pod, gets flushed, and rescued by the ship

So how did the One get out and get the others out

Would they just wake up in the pods, get flushed, and by floating around in the water, unable to swim because they had atrophied muscles

Zion would need to already exist in some form, and so would at least one ship for them to rescue the woken flushed bodies before they drowned

This makes sense because there would be some humans who were never captured - think about the Terminator films - the first film where we see Reece go to the camp

If the humans were not resisting military style, which would be pointless at this stage now the world is conquered, the machines would not be aware of them or be looking for them

This would allow them to escape, get underground, and build Zion

Matrix

 

To quote the Count of Monte Cristo - "we are kings or pawns" Neo was the first One who started as a pawn and became a King What happens to Alice when she reaches the 8th square This was hinted at all along Neo was the first One to go through the other door, save Trinity, who had to pilot the ship after Neo's fight with Smith, and then she dies, not in the Matrix, but at the city, the end of her journey Unlike the Matrix where Neo uses his power to remove the bullet and save her, now he has no such power As the Architect told him "she is going to die and there is nothing you can so about it" - which is of course what he meant all along - she doesn't die in the Matrix from the virtual bullet, because you have the power to stop that - she dies in the real world at the top of the City where you have no power - but you knew that Like Cagney in White Heat, Neo reaches the Top Of The World Like Alice, Neo has reached the 8th Square and is now the King (or Queen in the literal case of Alice) So Neo now The King can go into the Matrix and defeat Smith

Matrix

Have written about Trinity and Neo elsewhere ............... Morpheus Laurence Fishburne as Morpheus: The Wachowskis instructed Fishburne to base his performance on the character Morpheus in Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics Apparently if Will Smith had been Neo then Val Kilmer would have been Morpheus - Val is also cited as one of the actors who turned down Neo . ............. Agent Smith Jean Reno was offered the role, but declined, as he was unwilling to move to Australia for the production ..................... Madonna also turned down an undisclosed role, a decision she would later regret Trinity, Oracle, Switch, Niobe, White Rabbit girl - maybe ............................. SWITCH In the original script, Switch was a woman in the Matrix and a man in the real world, but this idea was removed. Years after the release of The Matrix, both of the Wachowskis came out as transgender women. The red pill has been likened to red estrogen pills. Morpheus's description of the Matrix creating a sense that something is fundamentally wrong, "like a splinter in your mind", has been likened to gender dysphoria. Lilly Wachowski said: "There's a critical eye being cast back on Lana, and I's work through the lens of our transness. This is a cool thing because it's an excellent reminder that art is never static." In 2020, Lilly said The Matrix was intended as an allegory for gender transition, but that "the corporate world wasn't ready". She said it was "all about the desire for transformation but it was all coming from a closeted point of view", but that she did not know "how present my transness was in the background of my brain" when the Wachowskis were writing it. , Keanu Reeves said the idea that the Matrix was an allegory for transgender identity "wasn't introduced to me when we started for production on the films."

 

Enlightenment is the dissolution of the special self

realizing you are not separate

not chosen

not the hero of a cosmic story

 

We can never see past the choices we don't understand 

 

The warrior who trusts his path doesn't need to prove the other is wrong

August

 

August

 

“God of the idle heat, in this glaring road

you dominate all.

And over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit.

Of all hidden things, I sing, waiting

for evening’s grace.”

“Down valley a smoke haze

Three days heat, after five days rain   

Pitch glows on the fir-cones

Across rocks and meadows

Swarms of new flies.

 

I cannot remember things I once read   

A few friends, but they are in cities.   

Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup   

Looking down for miles

Through high still air.”

No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,
Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell
Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush.
But ’long the orchard fence and at the gate,
Thrusting their saffron torches through the hush,
Wild lilies blaze, and bees hum soon and late.
Rust-colored the tall straggling briar, not one
Rose left. The spider sets its loom up there
Close to the roots, and spins out in the sun
A silken web from twig to twig. The air
Is full of hot rank scents. Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.

 August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year.

 It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms.

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. 

 it is August: the summer's last stand.

August

 Twilight is the border between day and night,

the shore is the border between sea and land. 

The border is longing: 

when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything.

 The border is to be on the way. 

It is the way that is the most important thing.

 August is the border between summer and autumn;

 it is the most beautiful month 

 the first week of August is motionless, and hot

It is curiously silent, too, 
with blank white dawns 
and glaring noons, 
and sunsets smeared with too much color

 Those late August mornings smelt of autumn 

from day-break 
till the hour when the sun-baked earth 
allowed the cool sea breezes 
to drive back the then less heavy aroma 

of threshed wheat, 
open furrows, 
and reeking manure.