/lit/ - Literature

posting this here also, to keep it thematic, and because it's a more or less accurate diagram of the meaning and implications of the Wild Ride: zombie horsepower (and not just horses) into teleoplexy. and instead of zombie power you have your libidinal drives wedded to the lure of capital and the fear of death: which is to say, Death in Real Life, the Orzhov Syndicate et al.

now the irony here is that *we all serve zombie masters* in this way. that's kind of a thing, and it tamps down on some of the rage that invariably affects Planet Meme and the world of the NPC. nothing triggers the zombies more than the implication that they are in fact zombies, in particular because to awaken them to their zombie nature is only to scare the shit out of them.

The Matrix: Welcome to the Real World
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKwq7b2i-vc

and yet Zombie Horsepower is exactly the point. eventually, your libidinal drives converge on dollar signs, by lure, seduction, or desperation. and yet there is profound truth in what Kenshiro says:

>Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru

this is 100% the truth. you can read about it in Marty Glass also, or in any number of other places. but i think it contains within it tiny little grain of irresistable meme-magic that goes very nicely with both Hegel and Uncle Nick, both of whom will say, and rightly, It's Too Late. in some sense it is, and in some sense it isn't.

the thing about Neo, and one of the beautiful themes of the Matrix in general, is de-zombification. it's also what leads to what should have been a far more extensive voyage into the existential woes of Agent Smith, who goes the other way. IRL Neo is a zombie who dreams himself to be a man; Smith is a drone who fears becoming indistinguishable from the zombies, and dreams of exit.

to paraphrase an old Chinese sage:

>Once upon a time I dreamt I was a zombie, wandering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a zombie. I was conscious only of my happiness as a zombie, unaware that I was a man. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a zombie, or whether I am now a zombie, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a zombie there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.

zombies in a certain sense are only a place of inhumanism between men and machines. all of this is also to vulgarize Zhuangzi in the name of Marx, which is a horrible defilement. but these are defiled times we live in.