Just Pat

"...all language about everything is analogical; we think in a series of metaphors. We can explain nothing in terms of itself, but only in terms of other things." (Dorothy Sayers, Mind of the Maker, 1941)

: Name: Pat; Location: West Michigan

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Matrix Quotes I've Abused

"It's the question that drives us, Neo"

"Okey dokey.. free my mind. Right, no problem, free my mind, free my mind, no problem, right..."

"I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole."

"Never send a human to do a machine's job."

"It's like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad..."

"Choice. The problem is choice."

"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? "

"I know Kung Fu."

"You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."

"I still like candy."

"There is no spoon."

"You didn't come here to make a choice, you've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it."

"Buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, cuz Kansas is going bye-bye."

"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'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."

"Welcome to the desert of the real."

"Good! Adaptation, improvisation, but your weakness is not your technique."

"What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

"Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself."

Friday, July 30, 2004

My Dead Friends

I'm contemplating Polycarp today. A few weeks ago, Headless asked me who I'd like to see when I get to heaven. Old Polycarp was one of them.

The story of his martyrdom is, like most early church literature, wordy and flowery. But, I still love it. I wonder what it would be like to be a second-wave disciple. The first generation, taught by the eye witnesses of Jesus while he lived among us in flesh. Thought to be a cult, yet full of the Holy Spirit and confident in the truth. Under horrible persecution by the ruling government. Without the New Testament canon.

If you've never heard of Polycarp, read his story in my "Dead" links at the left. Tell me what you think.

I'll be away at a family reunion for a few days. Stay tuned for more of My Dead Friends (cripe...I have the "My Three Sons theme song ringing in my head now...).