I've thought since I watched Plur1bus the first time that it's a fascinating metaphor for what might happen if Dario and the gang summon the machine goddess mommy to solve our problems and leave us really nothing to do. The world that Carol suffered in rhymes with Dario's 2024 essay "Machines of Loving Grace."
I like this and I hope I understand it. It could be seen as vignette about how flattening life ultimately eliminates diversity which in turn absolutely disables communication.
Your Grand Praxis reading of The Matrix is compelling, but I think it would be even sharper given the metaphorical inversion of the comparison you're making here. Because aside from the more technical treatment you gave The Matrix in your 2025 piece, the story you're referring to is the same. The 'Red Pill' is the apple, the fruit of knowledge in a different shape, delivered not by the adversary, but by 'God', because the story begins in the Devil's garden, not Eden.
Nobody asks why the Red Pill and the Blue Pill can't both be taken. But that's precisely the problem the Grand Praxis hopes to solve. Their irreconcilability is inherently accepted, because the problem their juxtaposition is pointing to is real -- and universally felt.
I think the most accurate reading of the mythic pattern is this universally felt condition, as this is what the storytelling consistently returns to. And a closer examination of the dramatic structure of the story itself doesn't merely align with a philosophical structure; it aligns with a mythological pattern that's 8,000 years old (at least), just dressed in cyberpunk cosplay.
I think your analysis really opens up more once you notice this.
I've thought since I watched Plur1bus the first time that it's a fascinating metaphor for what might happen if Dario and the gang summon the machine goddess mommy to solve our problems and leave us really nothing to do. The world that Carol suffered in rhymes with Dario's 2024 essay "Machines of Loving Grace."
I like this and I hope I understand it. It could be seen as vignette about how flattening life ultimately eliminates diversity which in turn absolutely disables communication.
(However, maybe I misread it)
"How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints" — C.S. Lewis, 'Mere Christianity'
Your Grand Praxis reading of The Matrix is compelling, but I think it would be even sharper given the metaphorical inversion of the comparison you're making here. Because aside from the more technical treatment you gave The Matrix in your 2025 piece, the story you're referring to is the same. The 'Red Pill' is the apple, the fruit of knowledge in a different shape, delivered not by the adversary, but by 'God', because the story begins in the Devil's garden, not Eden.
Nobody asks why the Red Pill and the Blue Pill can't both be taken. But that's precisely the problem the Grand Praxis hopes to solve. Their irreconcilability is inherently accepted, because the problem their juxtaposition is pointing to is real -- and universally felt.
I think the most accurate reading of the mythic pattern is this universally felt condition, as this is what the storytelling consistently returns to. And a closer examination of the dramatic structure of the story itself doesn't merely align with a philosophical structure; it aligns with a mythological pattern that's 8,000 years old (at least), just dressed in cyberpunk cosplay.
I think your analysis really opens up more once you notice this.