20 ianuarie 2012

Cauzalitate

Stiu, stiu.
Va plictisesc cu prea multa filosofie. Insa fara ea, cum am mai putea percepe macar frumusetea universului in care vietuim ? HM ? 
Let's see:




Merovingian: Here he is at last: Neo, the One himself. Right? And the legendary Morpheus. And Trinity, of course, si belle qu'elle me fait souffrir. I have heard so much, you honor me. Please, sit, join us. This is my wife Persephone. Something to eat? Drink? [chuckles] Of course such things are contrivances, like so much here. For the sake of appearances.
Neo: No, thank you.
Merovingian: Yes, of course. Who has time. Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time? [Twins smirk; Merovingian inhales, savoring the scent of his wine] Château Haut-Brion mille neuf cent cinquante neuf, magnificent wine. I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language; French is my favorite. Fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculé de ta mère...it's like wiping your arse with silk, I love it.
Morpheus: You know why we are here.
Merovingian: [condescendingly] I am a trafficker of information, I know everything I can. The question is, do you know why you are here?
Morpheus: We are looking for the Keymaker.
Merovingian: Oh yes, it is true. The Keymaker, of course. But this is not a reason, this is not a why; the Keymaker himself, his very nature, is a means, not an end, and so to look for him is to be looking for a means to do...what?
Neo: You know the answer to that question.
Merovingian: But do you? You think you do, but you do not. You are here because you were sent here, you were told to come here and then you obeyed. [chuckles] It is of course the way of all things. You see, there is only one constant, one universal, it is the only real truth: causality. Action, reaction. Cause, effect.
Morpheus: Everything begins with choice.
Merovingian: No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created between those with power and those without. Look there, at that woman. My God, just look at her. Affecting everyone around her; so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait. Watch, you see, I have sent her a dessert...a very special dessert. I wrote it myself. It starts so simply; each line of the program creating a new effect, just like...poetry. First, a rush. Heat. Her heart flutters. You can see it, Neo, yes? She does not understand, why? Is it the wine? No...what is it, then, what is the reason? But soon it does not matter. Soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. And this is the nature of the universe; we struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretend, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. [inhales] Causality. There is no escaping it. We are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the why. Why is what separates us from them, you from me. Why is the only real source of power, without it you are powerless. And this is how you come to me: without why, without power, another link in the chain. But, fear not, since I have seen how good you are at following orders, I will tell you what to do next. Run back, and give the fortune-teller this message: her time is almost up. [stands] Now, I have some real business to attend to, so I will bid you adieu and goodbye.
Neo: This isn't over.
Merovingian: Oh yes it is. The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason why I should give him up. No reason at all.
Persephone: Where are you going?
Merovingian: Please, ma cherie, I have already told you: we are all victims of causality. I drank too much wine; now I must take a piss. Cause and effect. Au revoir.
Sclipitor, nu ?