My exodus from Christianity: I can’t go back, can I?
From The Matrix:
Morpheous: At last. Welcome Neo. As you no doubt have guessed, I’m Morpheous.
Neo: It’s an honor to meet you.
Morpheous: No. The honor is mine. Please come sit. I imagine that right now you are feeling a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheous: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he’s expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Morpheous: Why not?
Neo: I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my life.
Morpheous: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you’re here. You’re here because you know something. What you know, you can’t explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. There’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there. Like a splinter in your mind… driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?
Neo: The Matrix?
Morpheous: Do you want to know what it is?
Morpheous: The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheous: That you are a slave. Like everyone else you are in bondage born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is, you have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit whole goes.
Neo takes the red bill.
He wakes up. He’s disoriented. He feels wierd.
Neo: Am I dead?
Morpheous: Far from it.
Dozer: He still needs a lot of work.
Neo: What are you doing?
Morpheous: Your muscles antrophied. We’re rebuilding them.
Neo: Why do my eyes hurt?
Morpheous: You’ve never used them before. Rest Neo, the answers are coming.
Neo’s hair, clothes, and overall appearance are different. He’s more rugged.
Morpheous: This will feel a little wierd!
Morpheous plugs Neo into a loading program. Suddenly, Neo’s nice clothes, hairstyle, etc. are back.
Morpheous: This is the Construct. It’s our loading program.
Neo: This isn’t real?
Morpheous: What is “real”? How do you define “real”? If you’re talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, taste, and see then “real” is simply electrical systems interpreted by your brain. This is the world that you know.
Neo is shown images of his ‘dream’ world then images of the real world.
Morpheous: WELCOME TO THE DESERT OF THE REAL. What is the Matrix? Control. The Matrix is a .. generated dreamworld built to keep us under control.
Realization begins to set in for Neo.
Neo: No. I don’t believe it. That’s impossible.
Morpheous: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth.
Neo: Stop! Let me out. Let me out. I want out!
Morpheous calms Neo down.
Neo: I can’t go back, can I?
Morpheous: No. But if you could, would you really want to? I feel I owe you an apology. We have a rule: We never free a mind once it’s reached a certain age. It’s dangerous. The mind has trouble letting go. I’ve seen it before and I’m sorry.
But if I could, would I really want to?