Cause and Effect

primero queria que leyeran esto antes de poder analizarlo para que no se pierda la conciencia......

Merovingian: Aha, 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 honour me. Please, sit, join us. This is my wife, Persephone. Something to eat? Drink? Hmm... 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? Château Haut-Brion 1959, magnificent wine, I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favourite - fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculés de ta mère. You see, it's like wiping your ass with silk, I love it.
Morpheus: You know why we are here.
Merovingian: Hmph... 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 means, it is 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 you obeyed. [Laughs] 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 and 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 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? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretense, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality. There is no escape from 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 social 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. Now I have some real business to do, I will say 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 chérie, I've told you, we are all victims of causality. I drink too much wine, I must take a piss. Cause and effect. Au revoir.

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The Architect Strikes Back

Tal ves no quieran leer lo que dicen el architect y neo en MaTrIx

The Architect - Hello, Neo.
Neo - Who are you?
The Architect - I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.
Neo - Why am I here?
The Architect - Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.
Neo - You haven't answered my question.
The Architect - Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.
*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Others? What others? How many? Answer me!"*
The Architect - The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.
*Again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Five versions? Three? I've been lied too. This is bullshit."*
Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.
The Architect - Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly's systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
*Once again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "You can't control me! F*ck you! I'm going to kill you! You can't make me do anything!*
Neo - Choice. The problem is choice.
*The scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architect's room*
The Architect - The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.
Neo - The Oracle.
The Architect - Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99.9% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.
Neo - This is about Zion.
The Architect - You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Neo - Bullshit.
*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Bullshit!"*
The Architect - Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.
*Scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architects room.*
The Architect - The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.
Neo - You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.
The Architect - There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.
*The Architect presses a button on a pen that he is holding, and images of people from all over the matrix appear on the monitors*
The Architect - It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were by design based on a similar predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the one. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-a-vis, love.
*Images of Trinity fighting the agent from Neo's dream appear on the monitors*
Neo - Trinity.
The Architect - Apropos, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.
Neo - No!
The Architect - Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning, and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to the left leads back to the matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you're going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth: she is going to die, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it.
*Neo walks to the door on his left*
The Architect - Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
Neo - If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.
The Architect - We won't.

maldicion....

por error de dedo creo que no puedo publicar lo que tenia planeado porque ya se me fue la idea.. espero acordarme al rato

Un poco mas..............

Un corredor iba corriendo en la recta final, cuando empezó a recordar el pasado y lo que le habia traido hasta ese punto.....

Comenzó recordando cuando habia llegado a la carrera, recordo como no conocia al principio a los que ahora se habian convertido en amigos e incluso en hermanos, recordo las pequeñas caidas que habia tenido y las fricciones que habian ocurrido con los que ahora considera sus amigos, pero al mismo tiempo recordaba todo lo bello que habia sido la vida, aunque solo hayan sido escasos seis meses pero lo que importa es la calidad y no la cantidad de tiempo que pasemos juntos, pues mientras estemos unidos y nos ayudemos unos con otros saldremos adelante y seremos la generación mas grande jamas egresada de ahi.

Les queremos dar las gracias por habernos soportado durante estos meses y esperamos que todos sigamos hasta el final y como dijo el gran Gandhi "Nuestra recompensa se encuentra en el esfuerzo y no en el resultado. Un esfuerzo total es una victoria completa." lo importante es que el esfuerzo que hagamos no solo sea por hacerlo sino que hay que ponerle 'producto de gallina' para que no sea tanta la carga, y aunque esto implica algunos sacrificios, valen la pena....bueno eso creo heheh.......XD..... pero bueno creo que el corredor se quedo a medias pero el mensaje es lo que importa

Gracias de nuevo a todos los que han visto los cambios y demas de nuestras vidas.... espero que sigamos siendo amigos, hermanos, y demas... los quiero mucho a todos y espero que los que lo lean sientan lo mismo... o bueno no es necesario pero ........ seria bonito

bueno los dejo ahi se ven aguas con el Gansito, y con el benji que esta medio locurias

Pensamientos vagos.................

Espero que al menos lleguen a captar como me siento...............

Nothing ever stops all this thougths and the pain attach to them sometimes I wonder why this is happening....and now you've become a part of me your always been right here........y can't separate my self from what I've done, I've given you a part of me......I want to run away, never say goodbye... I want to know the answers with no lies...I want to shut the door and never wonder why.....this wounds would not heal....I have felt this way before so insecure.... but in the end it doesn't matter.... 'cause I am a little bit of loneliness, I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars....so I have to let you go.... I can't keep you with me anymore... thanks for the good times... I will miss you for ever

Una hora para recordar C

Durante la noche ocurrió algo sumamente extraño el visitante, que era su amigo pero que no podia recordar, en la oscuridad de la noche sacó una libreta y comenzó a escribir todo lo que pensaba, sentía puedo incluso creer que llegó a escribir lo que escuchaba, el hombre lo observaba silencioso hasta que el sueño lo vencio, sus parpados comenzaron a volverse cada vez mas pesados hasta que se quedo dormido, despues a la mañana siguiente el hombre le conto al visitante lo que le habia ocurrido el dia anterior....el tiempo transcurrió hasta que por fin llegó el dia nuevamente a su fin.. estuvieron hablando largas horas.........................

Una hora para recordar B

Siguieron caminando hasta llegar a una pequeña casa, y como ya era noche entonces el visitante dijo-Porque no pasa, quedese la noche, tengo comida y una habitacion extra- el hombre lo miró con una admiración y dijo-esta usted hablando en serio?-el visitante le respondio-claro como no habria de hacerlo, es usted mi amigo-el hombre le dijo-oh..cielos no lo recuerdo-el visitante solo sonrio-bueno le gustaria que le contara lo que me ocurrio?-pues talvez mañana porque ya es tarde...........................

Una hora para recordar A

Era una tarde fría, el cielo se veia como de costumbre negro, eran las 6:30 el astro rey habiase guardado ya, a lo lejos se veia una sombra escasamente iluminada por las luces mercuriales de la acera, la imágen se iba acercando mas a ese cuerpo sentado en la esquina.

Una figura comenzó a acercarse al cuerpo que parecia sin vida, mientras se acercaba las nubes cubrieron el cielo y una lluvia torrencial comenzó a caer, el tipo llegó a donde estaba lo que antes se veia una sombra y se sentó a su lado, el visitante le dijo-Señor lamento interrumpirlo pero porque esta aqui, existe algo que lo preocupe- a lo que con la cabeza inclinada respondió-si creo que si, pero como le puedo decir a usted- el visitante atonitó le dijo- qúe no me reconoce?!?!- el hombre le dijo con voz temblorosa-creeo quee nno, en la si..tuaci..on no reconoceria ni a mi mismo-el visitante le dijo- pero que hace aqui solo en esta esquina venga conmigo caminemos, minimo le servira para desahogar el sentimiento que le aflige-el hombre levantó la mirada y dijo como si quisiera llorar-es que no es justo!!, porque ella no melo dijo...porque- el visitante extendio la mano y dijo-venga, caminemos un rato-el hombre extendio la mano y el visitante lo puso en pie-comenzaron a caminar en la lluvia el hombre.........................................

DG has evolved....

DG ha sido transformado este fin de semana...
salió de su casa el viernes siendo la misma persona pero el sabado por la tarde regresó siendo otra persona que nunca habia visto en mi vida, bueno espero que ese cambio dure, ahora que el ha renacido pues no ha muerto me dijó sera una persona con un lado bueno pero con su sombrero negro*chiste local para los del salón(DPH)*
El va a realizar todo lo que nunca DG pudo hacer con la vida, tendrá las alas que DG nunca tuvo para volar..por que?? porque el ahora ha aprendido a caminar y las alas aunque esten rotas volará y se repondrá de la perdida del alma que siempre quizo esa alma blanca, simbolo de pureza, una mezcla de matices, el alma que mantuvo vivo su espiritu hasta que se consumio.

**Reborn like the fenix ; come out from the ashes of your past**