post translational state modification
Vika and I just got done watching Equilibrium, the movie that should’ve had the mindshare that the matrix stole.
I particularly appreciated the role of the protagonist; he was an inside man, raised and honed to be a tool of the machine. Most importantly, he commits atrocities on his way to understanding, and in the end all he wins is chaos.
These days I’m feeling fairly far from equilibrium, a concept itself so inextricably rooted in panhellenic mythos I can’t help but feel it’s part of the game.
No equilibrium, no spiritus vitae, no bloody fucking humours.
I seem to be an agent within a vast and largely senseless machine whose macroscopic behaviours are positively atavistic.
I see all these ways to make the parts fit better together, but I fear that all I would do is make it a better monster.