the matrix

agent smith: why, mr. anderson? why do you do it? why get up? why keep fighting? do you believe you’re fighting for something? for more than your survival? can you tell me what it is? do you even know? is it freedom? or truth? perhaps peace? yes? no? could it be for love?illusions, mr. anderson. vagaries of perception. the temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. and all of them as artificial as the matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. you must be able to see it, mr. anderson. you must know it by now. you can’t win. it’s pointless to keep fighting. why, mr. anderson? why? why do you persist?

neo: because I choose to.

jag och nisse pratade om det här igår och kom fram till att det är en sjukt lökig kommentar som ändå är så himla sann. bästa motargumentet till att livet är meningslöst och dessutom gör det döden lite mer förståelig, skulle man ha evigt liv skulle man ju sluta välja att leva.