The Sun, The Moon, The Concept of God

Here’s a rambling thought on where the concept of God came from. I imagine that at some point during pre-history, humankind asked where it came from and from that assumed it was given life by, well, a divine being. A god or the God. But how did this concept of God form from such an assumption?

When there were pantheons of gods, there was a god for every facet of life. At the top of those pantheons reigned a supreme god, usually the god of light, a representation of the Sun. That giant burning hot ball of fire is what gives life to this rock we stand on. It provides for us because without it there would be no food, no warmth, no us. It is what lights our world day or night. How it lights the night is by the Moon, which reflects the sun’s light onto our world.

Now, when the monotheistic concept of god was created – the singular God, the All Mighty, who is omnipresent and all powerful, and who had a son that was part man – this very idea physically resembled what the Sun and Moon are to us at any given time in history. Our sun’s light is everywhere, whenever we can see the world without artificial assistance, the Sun’s light is what makes that possible, it is ever present, which, in a sense, makes the Sun omnipresent. By its size, we know it can fit a million earths in its belly and by its fire, we know it won’t stop burning for billions and billions of years. In that regard, to us it is all powerful. And when it disappears for the night and the dark creeps in, it sends us its one and only son, who is part of us, to continue reflecting its light throughout the night, so we don’t lose our way.

Whether the ancients picked up on this or not, the fact is the subliminal effect this system has had on us is evident in the many different beliefs about who we are, where we came from and what created us. For if God were here, then He is in the light and the light is our Sun.

Sol

Living backwards

What if you were born backwards in time, so instead of living forward in time with a destination of the future, you lived backward in time with a destination of the past. You’d get old the further back you go, and you would take with you to the past all the knowledge of a future age. The things you could do, good or evil.

Merlyn the magician was born with that curse. It’s how he helped forge Arthur into the king he needed to be. The world would be askew to a very unique perspective. It would have you treating people quite differently, I suspect.

I think I would be driven mad by dealing with my family at opposite stages of our lives. Indeed, family will always drive people to insanity no matter the circumstance.

The storm’s eye

The calm floating along the air is there to be taken up in the fight with conjecture. It is easily attained and easily lost, especially as emotions rise. Calm is the essence of cool and cool is a state of mind that personifies greatness of a kind in reality. Keeping it is what matters, losing it is akin to losing your head at the guillotine. Awareness of this is where safety is found. It is the weapon against all else. Poise is the shield.

Mecha are knights

Here’s the interesting thing about mecha. It’s just an off-shoot fantasy about knights. Instead of swords clashing in the middle ages with young men clad in metal giving it their all, you have young men in the head of giant armoured machines giving it their best. Instead of the metal being silver and decorated in holy imagery or national pride, you have multi-coloured machines with design elements that signify beastly weaponry. Instead of swords, axes or morning stars, mecha pilots carry guns, vibrating knives or boomerangs that can cut through ships. Instead of smashing their faces in with their fists in close-quarter combat, mecha robots shoot their fists from great distances using rockets. Instead of riding horses like the knights of olde, mecha robots fly on giant wings that defy all laws of physics. It’s some pretty gnarly stuff.

Little rays of light, shining through

The importance of the sun is forgotten by many of us. We take it for granted and at times let our fears pull us away from the light. I don’t mean that metaphorically, I mean that literally. Some people are shut ins, they squirrel themselves away from the daylight hours inside their hovels and work on whatever it is that they deem necessary. They become starved of sunlight, vitamin D and whatever else the sun’s rays carry. All they need is a good 30 minutes in the sun to remember what they’re missing out on and to regain their health, like a superman. Sunlight is vital to each and everyone of us. Time in front of the computer or telly or game or phone is truly not. Those time wasters are a farce cooked up by the corporations to keep us docile. They have their purpose, they can be relaxing, but submitting to them is what makes skeletons of us all. Only there to obey and break. Whipped like weaklings. The sun breaks that spell. It obliterates the cold darkness that creeps over our lives when we don’t see enough of that glowing orb. Get yourself some sun. Now.

The seat of emotion

Most people who are sensitive to the world around them are receptive to fierce and consuming urges. Because what people desire most, the soul is yearning for impatiently and quietly in unchanging fervour. Which is why no action I take holds me like writing. Anything I get myself into feels like an aside to it, an experimentation of sorts to inform ‘the truth’ of writing.

When I attend to the words, I do so diligently, romantically and always in utter fear of what they can do to me. Writing is the bedrock in my life, the passion in my world, the cement making up my foundation. Everyone needs solid ground to stand on. Atop of mine is the love of my life, my rock, mon coeur, my all.

Her dreams are filled with passions, yet mine are relegated to adventures with strangely common or oddly foreign guest stars, brimming with all sorts of veritable piffle, drivel and bunk. I never record any of it; it’s better to forget in silence rather than decipher in noise what may not even be.

The Matrix sequels should have gone like this

The Matrix sequels took the cyberpunk story that was setup so well in the original to an unseemly conclusion squandered by senseless action and rooted in the philosophical debate of destiny versus free will – or in this case programming versus choice.

It was a debate used to explain Neo’s role as The One, supernatural phenomena, a software program with freewill, the Oracle and so on.

They kept saying it was Neo’s destiny to reach the Source and save them all. He was the sixth Neo who made a choice to not reboot the Matrix but instead go after his love, which would then change the path of destiny for everyone.

Love is the X factor that broke the cycle, but the way it played out went against the original genre, veering off cyberpunk into fantasy. What they should have focused on was the science fiction.

The humans were grown and thus conditioned by the programming of the Matrix, much like we’re conditioned by the world around us. They are then given choice as a means for the machines to control them, to keep the balance, because without choice humanity would reject the programming, which it did in the first version of the Matrix.

Is it choice or is it something we are programmed to choose? How can Neo be The One if he is programmed to choose certain pathways?

Focusing on this would be more in line with the cyberpunk genre and the philosophical debate at the heart of this extension of the simulacra essay that the original is inspired by.

Choice could then be taken further. It could be explained as additional programming overlaying the original code from the first Matrix, the utopia without choice.

How could the machines actually understand choice or free will? They couldn’t. Not really. It would be a simulation.

But if they are said to program choice in later on to give the Matrix balance – in a sense creating the agent of free will the Oracle, who is the opposite of the Architect, the agent of destiny – then it could be explained as the catalyst for free will, the would be seed inside the soul of humanity, the ghost in the machine.

It could then be said that the choice to have faith in prophecy, to believe in The One are choices that inherently must be fulfilled by the Matrix to keep the balance. Otherwise the illusion of choice would be broken. The simulation would glitch. By fulfilling choice, no matter how far fetched the reality, balance is kept.

Choices made would in a way be re-coding the Matrix, which would in a way bend to the subconscious will of humanity. This is how free will triumphs.

Programming in choice originally would eventually give humanity the chance to choose its own destiny – the will to break free.

As viewers, this would have been something to argue over. Does destiny direct free will? Or does free will direct destiny? Does it matter when the balance at stake is for a simulated world?

Neo was the advent of a remainder in the code, who chose love, the key to breaking the cycle of the Matrix. He was the embodiment of free will, who coded in a happy ending. The Matrix complied.