Oracle: You already know what I’m going to say, don’t you?
Neo: I’m not the One.
Oracle: Sorry kid. You’ve got the gift, but it looks like you’re waiting for something. Your next life, maybe.
The implication is that Neo isn’t the One until he believes he is the One, which happens later.
I thought that too originally. But listen closely. The oracle says, “But…you already know what I’m going to say,” to which Neo replies, “I’m not the one.”
In other words, whether you think you can, or whether you think you can’t, you’re right. (That’s a famous quote. I don’t remember who said it.) Plus, Morpheus says, “The oracle told you exactly what you needed to hear.”
When he’s in that hallway with the agents, and the bullets are coming toward him, that’s when he really understands that the matrix isn’t real, and he doesn’t have to let the bullets hit him. At that point, he becomes the one. At least that’s how I see it.
Right. As I understand it, that is their ultimate goal. To learn to move and defeat agents in the matrix, so that they can free everyone in it and all humankind can fight agents.
the whole premise is that the original One will be reincarnated. the Oracle specifically tells Neo that he was waiting for the next life. I think that it wasn’t Trinity who brought him back from the dead, but rather The One. remember, The One is not a mythical super-being, but can mearly shape the Matrix to whatever he wants. therefore The One has no powers outside of the Matrix, so the whole theory about Trinity being The One because she brought Neo back from the dead doesn’t fit. Now, back to The One. saying that the one cannot revive someone from death is true only outside of the Matrix (where Trinity was). Inside the Matrix it is possible, beings The One can do whatever he wants. bear in mind that this is possible because the Matrix mearly tricks Neo’s body into thinking that it is dead, so logically one would think that it could fool his body into thinking it got revived somehow. after Neo’s “ressurection,” he then, as the Orical prophesized, becomes The One, as he is in another life.
Actually, Chaco, if you had really figured out The Matrix, you’d realize you are not really sitting at your computer visiting the Straight Dope Message Board. You are actually in your pod. THIS IS THE MATRIX, Bwuah-haa-haah-haa!
OK, now. Imagine, if you will, a dude lying dormant on his jacking-chair thingy; neurologically hooked to a computer-simulated version of reality (let’s call it The Matrix, shall we?). His body has the potential to feel any physical stimuli effected upon it (a piano falling over his testicular area, the gentle swing of Pepé Le Pew’s tail approaching the nasal region, a woman’s Kiss, whatever). But, if proper stimuli is neglected, the body can switch off from the brain, allowing for the latter to be easily tricked into accepting at face value ideas offered by the stealthy simulation, while at the same time unwittingly disdaining (failing to recognize) the body that houses it, as well as any physical surroundings.
To accentuate this fact, imagine that dude-in-question’s body has forever resided in a lifeless pod, devoid of any physical stimuli and thus without a clear parameter to discern a real, physical stimulus from a virtual, mental one. It is then plausible, make that reasonable and expectable, that the mind would favor the dream / simulation (world of ideas) over the real (physical world).
Lacking an objective reference frame to make out the line dividing real from fake and, more importantly, having always received solely conceptual stimuli (world of the Matrix), as opposed to physical perceptions (try living the whole of your life in a pod, basically isolated from any physical interaction), what scenario will the brain accept: One from which it receives actual feedback (imaginary universe posited by the Matrix), or one with which it can not interact (corporeal manifestation sensorially isolated from its surroundings)?
Let´s now board our time machine and go back to the baby battery’s birth. With his infant mind still at a tabula rasa stage, the brain gets plugged to the Matrix simulation, effectively superimposing its “reality” over that of the surrounding world. Concurrently, disengage the body from any interaction with its surroundings, preventing any awareness of its environmental neighborhood from arising.
What would you get? A profound disconnect between body and brain, corpus and cerebrum divorced one from the other (think Dubya). As the mind develops, it will accept the Matrix “reality” it was always fed, as opposed to the physical reality it was unwittingly forced to renounce since the beginning. Reasonable enough, n’est-ce pas?
All righty then, try being a good sport and assume this dude (let’s call him Neo) is actually a gifted being with a superior perception (perhaps he was born with a high midiclorian count). Anyway, try accepting the “Splinter in the mind” Theory. Proceed to account for the training he received being partly responsible for the development of his ability to see beyond the Matrix.
So, you got a man who, for lack of better options, accepts the paradigm he’s enveloped in, yet due to training and an innate / fortuitous superior perception, does so with a grain of salt (think of Drew Barrymore marrying Tom Green: She could sense something was amiss; it just took a while for her to figure it out).
Enter Lady Trinity. Have her kiss Neo. Free your mind from preexisting connotations of such an event (unbridled display of passion, emotional manisfestation of idyllic love, hormonally charged outburst, what have you). See the kiss for what it is: A physical stimulus.
Recall now that Neo is at a stage where he does NOT FULLY accept the “reality” offered by your friendly neighborhood, The Matrix. This physical stimulus, aka kiss, is felt and interpreted by his highly-attuned brain as a sensation external to The Matrix, arising then uncertainty as to the Matrix-postulated scenario’s veracity (contrast this with a regular guy, who could have had Trinity lap-dance on him, and still remain oblivious to that fact :eek: ).
At this point, The Matrix is essentially telling his brain that he’s dead (a reasonable inference to be made after having Agent Elrond empty his gun at his chest), while simultaneously he is somehow perceiving something…while being dead!!! Huh?!? Place yourself in Neo’s Nikes: If I’m so dead, how come I’m getting the distinct feeling of Trinity’s flaming lips gracefully pressing against my mouth? If I was terminated, where did this huge boner come from?
Could it possibly be that The Matrix is a lie…that there lies something outside of its realm? I’ll let you fill out the rest.
Anyhoo, my main beef with the movie was not The Kiss, dressed in its deux ex machina disguise, coming in its pink flying unicorn to save the day. Not by a long shot. But I did have one complaint that prevented The Matrix from achieving cinematic bliss: Trinity. As in, why in Yoda´s name wasn’t she played by Jennifer Conelly?
She´s not only perfect, but she would have been even more ideal for the role, being that she encompasses the triumvirate of traits that define feminine perfection: Beauty, intelligence and natural, hypnotical sexiness. A Holy Trinity if there ever was any!
Cheers,
quasar
Cecil: Do not try to post to this thread. That’s impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth.
quasar: What truth?
Cecil: There is no thread :eek:
Wow quasar, did that take you three months to write?
I’m glad that you brought this thread back because after having seen Reloaded, I still stand by my theory.
Caution: Reloaded Spoiler********************
I think that Trinity is the mother of the Matrix, the one the Architect mentioned. I believe that she is helping the One because the Architect lost control and she decided to help this version of the One.
In the end, Neo will become the new Architect and Trinity will once again be the big momma.