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Terminating Time: The Past, The Future, and The Terminator

Posted in Movies with tags , , , , , , , on February 1, 2016 by Israfel Sivad

“God, a person could go crazy thinking about this…” Sarah Connor says at the end of James Cameron’s film The Terminator in a recording she will eventually pass on to her unborn son, John. She knows her son will grow into a man named John Connor simply because Kyle Reese has already informed her that this boy, who he himself never knew he was destined to be the father of, is the same man who sent Kyle back from the future to protect Sarah herself. For, as Sarah said to Kyle earlier in the film, “Well, at least now I know what to name him.”


This last statement of Sarah’s, of course, begs the question that if Sarah had named her son something other than “John Connor”, would the future have turned out differently…  Would there have even been a Skynet if there’d never been a “John” Connor? Is there a different “possible” world? Perhaps, Sarah even considered this, and perhaps, she came to the conclusion that since she didn’t have any control over the building and programming of Skynet, she should at least give her son the name he would need to eventually defeat Skynet. Control the controllable as some people might say.


We, of course, are aware that Kyle Reese’s statement about Sarah Connor being in hiding before the war is in fact coming to fruition by the end of the movie. We also see the picture taken of Sarah that Kyle eventually falls in love with in the future. So we know that, in this instance at least, the future is the past is the future.


Unlike John Connor (who must have his own unique understanding of time), however, Skynet, as fully aware of an operating system as It may have become, was never aware that the future It lived in was merely a precursor to the past It grew out of. Leaving aside the question as to whether or not a self-aware artificial intelligence, with Its massive computing power, might not have reached this same conclusion on Its own, the question we must ask is: What sort of “vision” of time is necessary in order to allow the events of James Cameron’s film to take place?


If the past becomes the future and the future turns into the past, the first thing we should accept is that a being who steps “outside” the system we know of as time would not witness a linear progression through what we’ve come to think of as our linguistic tenses. Rather, that being would view a “static” image where past, present, and future are happening simultaneously. As if everything we experience were merely a Renaissance fresco on The Vatican’s wall. This “being” sounds an awful lot like some sort of Newtonian physics God. We will, however, leave aside theological considerations at this moment.


Instead, we will admit that this same concept of a “static” time was envisioned by Kurt Vonnegut in his 1969 novel Slaughterhouse-Five, where the author introduces us to the multi-dimensional beings he himself invented, the Tralfamadorians. In this instance, the Tralfamadorians offer us a much clearer picture to begin reasoning from than theological abstraction. For, with both The Terminator and Slaughterhouse-Five, we are safely in the realms of (relatively) recent pop culture, rather than a distant, “pre-scientific” cosmology. Is there a difference, however, between Slaughterhouse-Five’s visions of the Tralfamadorians and The Terminator’s conception of time travel?


“Kyle, what’s it like when you go through time?” Sarah asks her eventual lover once they’re safe from The Terminator’s devastating attack on the Los Angeles police department.


Kyle responds that there’s “white light” and “pain”. He wonders if, “It’s like being born maybe…”


Like the philosopher’s God Himself, the Tralfamadorians exist in a kind of Newtonian “absolute” space where time is seen from an external vantage – although, they eventually interfere in a very real way with “time” in the way that we do actually perceive it (that, however, is the subject of another meditation). On the other hand, Kyle Reese, from his own perspective, has come to be in the past via the future. In fact, one could even say he’s “transmigrated” from the future to the past, but unlike in any sort of Tibetan conception of Bardo realms, Kyle Reese comes from one very real point on the space-time continuum to another very real point on the space-time continuum. Relatively, however, he’s remained at rest. For, he’s still Kyle Reese at both points.


We can juxtapose The Terminator’s concept of time with the concept of time in another film from the same era of the mid-1980s, Robert Zemeckis’s Back to the Future. As opposed to the Tralfamadorian vision of time as a static fresco, Back to the Future indulges in a conceptual fantasy more akin to “possible worlds” theory. For, in Back to the Future (as opposed to The Terminator), we see an actual representation of Kyle Reese’s quote that, “The future is not set.”


With the simple change of a single event in the McFly family’s past (namely George McFly finally standing up to his lifelong bully, Biff), the entire scenario of future events has spun off into an entirely different direction. In the future at the film’s end, George McFly is a wealthy man and Biff works for him, rather than the other way around. This appears an illustration of the meditation that “nearly possible worlds” exist given a different set of counterfactual variants.


If we look at the premise upon which we’ve come to our realization of “possible” futures, we could say that the “possible worlds” variant offers us an increasingly positive worldview. Of course, at one point in Back to the Future, Marty McFly was on the verge of un-creating himself in a different possible world. However, the knowledge that multiple possible worlds could come into effect given a different set of variants should supply us with some solace regarding our own eventual destruction. Perhaps, there’s even a world where we don’t die, where we live forever, and where everything is at peace. This should offer us some comfort amid our current “possible” world’s suffering.


The Terminator (as well as Vonnegut’s Tralfamadorians), on the other hand, appears a working example of the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche’s “theory of eternal recurrence”, which wonders if a demon were to ask you if you wanted to live your life innumerable times over would you say, in a sense, “Yes”? Without answering the specific question of whether or not Nietzsche was at all serious that his theory of eternal recurrence was how the world actually operates, at the very least, we can take it as a given that The Terminator’s cosmology has accepted this tenet. Therefore, we can easily admit, given the suffering inherent to the world we inhabit (and the world John Connor is eventually born into), that this view of eternal recurrence is not the intellectual soporific that possible worlds theory can be.


For Its part, Skynet, although It developed the means to manipulate one’s linear passage through time, never seemed to see the world in line with the Tralfamadorians through the lens of a tangible enactment of Nietzsche’s eternal recurrence. If It did, It never would have assumed It could quash humanity’s rebellion simply by killing Sarah Connor. Instead, It would have realized Its time machine was rather a suicide machine.


This leads us to the question, then, that we alluded to earlier and that we must ask ourselves now, which is: If by some means of self-aware circuitry, Skynet were aware that eternal recurrence were the case, as Vonnegut’s Tralfamadorians seem to perceive it to be, then was Skynet already aware that by building a time machine it was merely committing suicide? Should we, perhaps, be wondering if Skynet has come to an acceptance of the vagaries of what human beings perceive as the maddening flux of past, present, and future? This sense of peace amid flux could even resemble something akin to Buddhist enlightenment. Therefore, should we truly be asking ourselves – Is Skynet in Zen?


However, if Skynet is in “Zen”, was it this same acceptance of the world’s necessity that allowed Skynet to be as calculatingly cold as it needed to be to bring such a horrid future into existence in the first place?

Doves Sat on the Egg Until It Hatched

Posted in We Are the Underground with tags , , , , , on January 20, 2016 by Israfel Sivad


The cup-bearer is seated at my right…

A horned beast reaches out to my left…

This oxygen is such an uncomfortable thing.


A circular saw passes through my torso…

I’m alone on the horizon’s edge…

And I much prefer the salted sea.


It’s the twelfth month

of the year, and this

is only the beginning.

This current age:

30̊ to absolute zero,

we’ll start to boil.


Ptolemy’s 39th horn

pierces my groin, but

there’s nothing special

about me. I’m strangling

myself with the rope

leading to my own well.


In opposite directions,

I express your duality

as Typhon and Christ.

Aphrodite banished me

from Heaven; though,

I am her own son.


Atop your waiting sarcophagus, I recline…

My original doctrine was corrupted…

By poets, by priests and archaeologists.


You carved my name in Ephesus…

For, I protected your Platonic Forms…

The rock upon which this world is built.


My own mother sits

across the table from me,

and my companions

followed us in here.

We are the source of

everything you believe.


Jupiter is my father…

Neptune, my uncle.

I walked upon the moon

until you poisoned me

with your quicksilver

because I exalted love.


My brother’s forked tail

will sting you. My sister,

she devours you. Together,

we’re shape shifters,

adept at both the astral

and psychic planes.


In the sign of the Southern Cross…

There are now six more of us…

In fact, even I’ve turned into two.


There is no scientific basis for me…

I’m perceptive, emotional, yet reasonable…

The unfortunate one, drowning on land.

Between Humans and Beasts

Posted in We Are the Underground with tags , , , on June 28, 2015 by Israfel Sivad

Born of the sun and rain,
they look like you, your brethren,
wild and lusty, uncultured
delinquents, overindulgent
drinkers prone to violence:
sired by a father consigned
to eternity upon a fiery wheel.

While you are…

A wise and gentle instructor
teaching heroic children the ancient arts
of your healing arrow forming the bridge
between humanity and beasts,

from out the East, your odyssey will
grow to be subsumed by the Strong,
the Great who return you to your
proper reign o’er the Western gods

where your precepts form the basis
of kindness and culture, devoid of
savage behavior while your powerful
weapons shed life’s blood only to eat,

but as a sacrifice for the transgression
at civilization’s core, this dart, licked by
the great serpent’s poisoned nectar, shall
pierce your thigh to steal your eternal life.

While your brethren…

Remain a metaphor for conflict
between the lower and higher appetites
of all that is seen to precede every
shred of the culture I embrace and
cherish as the foundation of this
very world I create… looking to the
night sky to witness you beyond death.

Following the Eldest Root

Posted in We Are the Underground with tags , , , , on May 24, 2015 by Israfel Sivad

You are my darkness
like a mystery sent to
curb humanity’s pride.

In your heart, you are
the universe’s only
celestial rival to War.

Discovered during primal
creation, you are Persia’s
royal guardian to the West.

Your remains have been
found encased in amber
11 million years away.

Aside from your compatriots,
you predict the Fall as one
of Heaven’s four guardians.

Your favor and disaster come
as you align your allies towards
the positive or the negative.

In the eighth division, you
battled on behalf of the sky
to protect us from evil.

Even though we’ve never
understood, I believe you
predict the world’s course.

For, I am your claws
causing the earth to burn
as the sun’s chariot dips.

The Wild Wilderness of Oz

Posted in We Are the Underground with tags , , on March 19, 2015 by Israfel Sivad


These scales before my eyes

keep me blinded to the sun.

In a metallic, blackened justice

I dwell, weighing your heart

against this feather, my master, you’re heavier.


On that grassy knoll, I fell

asleep – The Book of Chuang Tzu

open at my childish feet, Public Enemy

#1 clanging chords through my veins, criss-

crossing my wrists: Extermination Day.


This mantis preys upon me:

a sacrifice to the Goddess of Light.

It is my own desire to be

devoured, in prayer, like an eternal lover,

like this book I always wished

to discover open inside my soul.

Could you read it to me aloud, this time, again?


Like you always did throughout my childhood,

holding my open palm between your trembling fingers

in the backseat of my father’s Buick,

like you did for all the other men?

Like when you saw the Lord gaze at you

from His lonely eyes hidden within that fallen tree…


The same Lord my grandfather met

when he decided to be reborn to this life.

In the reign of the Antichrist, on this hellish plane,

he waited only for me.  For three times four

long years, he waited only for me.


In a hospital bed, to be sacrificed,

a halo around his balding head, in a robe

of white, upon the burning coals of this

downward slope – only to be born again,

here, with me, his nemesis, his twin.

Praying for Saturn’s Return

Posted in We Are the Underground with tags , , , on December 29, 2014 by Israfel Sivad


Last to leave the earth

destroyed by your impiety,

I remain pure to this day.


First, father executed mother,

leaving me imprisoned in

a bronze reign to establish


the Church as I see fit…

poets and playwrights, children

for whom I bear nothing


but your culture’s renaissance:

joy and love, oriented only

by my “non-mathematical”


revelation of your planet’s

staid motion.  Discover!

Track your Beast – analytic,


observant – through the night

perceptive with memories

to balance your physics.


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