Friday, March 25, 2011

Ergodic

Agent Smith: 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 constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. 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?
Neo: Because I choose to.... 
- Dialogue  between Neo and Agent Smith in the final fight sequence, The MATRIX Revolutions


At most levels, an apathetic, logical and rational mind would agree with all that Smith has to say. But the sentient, empathizing human in all of us, sides with Neo...And perhaps it is this reflection, in the ability to make a choice that defines the difference between man and machine; that unlike machines, our choices are not coded or guided by a string of 0's and 1's; that our lives and purposes are not governed by binary logic. Unlike a machine, let's say a simple Toaster, which when malfunctions just leaves an oddly toasted slice of bread, for it might have chosen to do so; the fallout of human choices encapsulates consequences that are at times unforeseen, unprecedented and even unimaginable. The plausible reason for this behavioral divergence and the accompanying variance in the results is because humans feel. Not just that; they are also designed to believe in what they feel; all those ideas that Smith speaks of- freedom, love, peace. Perhaps in the grander scheme of things and rules that govern the mechanics of the Universe, they sure are vagaries of perception; amusements created to indulge the weak, easily dis-tractable minds of us humans; all done so that our choices produce random outcomes that indulge the Universe by increasing its entropy.
Just like the choices that you made/are making/will make based on your feelings and which have served/ are serving/will serve the purpose of increasing the randomness, that is multiplying at an exponential rate, so will this vignette; for it was written as a consequence borne out of a choice thoroughly based on what has been felt by the writer....

P.S.- I loved THE MATRIX, though was disappointed by the sequels as they were good only in parts. The above mentioned conversation is one of those good parts.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YC7TMi0l68
P.P.S.- I have a toaster that works perfectly fine, thank god for that!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Indifference

The screen flickers with images that move incoherently; random words are being transmitted through that piece of electronic wizardry. You pay attention to it; trying to distract yourself from the voices rattling inside your brain. Forced distraction is an art and you realize you have a long way to go before you master it. That sardonic smile on your face makes you understand that your efforts so far have been in vain... yet you persist with the exercise. That ephemeral, fleeting sense of victory that you feel for the moments you can control the aimless ramblings of your mind; it is ephemeral; orgasmic... you hope for this eluding comfort and battle on against the odds stacked by your very own mind. An impossibility achieved, relished, and thrown away in the very next few seconds that pass you by..
The phone rings to break the uncomfortable silence.. silence you feel, for your senses have already been dulled by the conflict between the phantoms inside your head and those booming for redemption from the hollow box made of tubes and diodes. You answer the call, mumble a few choppy, disconnected words to relieve yourself of the quotidian routine as soon as you can; trying your best not to give away any signs of the futile emotions that have clouded your thought process for quite some time. A part of you dies everyday as you put yourself through this vapid degeneration. You feel like spitting out all the by-products-non-degradable; toxic even-of this systematic, ritualistic decay... you give up and try to ignore the scar tissues that are entrenched deep within this putrefying existence.
You look up at the screen.That manic, diabolical face with the most twisted smile you'd ever lay your eyes upon, just spoke your mind.
The Joker was right... Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you STRANGER...