The problem—the reason the Matrix is perfectly happy to tolerate Christianity’s feeble subversion—is that Christianity’s own model of reality doesn’t get us anywhere we can be of real danger.
There is indeed a Matrix, Christianity tells us, this isn’t reality. The real reality is that there’s a God out there beyond the Matrix, Christianity tells us, and he’s so pissed at us because we’re such sorry-ass sinners that somebody—namely his only-begotten son—had to come and die to save our sorry asses from our sins.
God is so—there’s no other word for it—deranged that the death of his own son is the only thing that can mollify him, make him happy.
So, Christianity tells us, we better be damn thankful—that’s what eucharist means, thanksgiving—and we sure as heck better watch our p’s and q’s and not step out of line. That’s the real reality, Christianity tells us.
The Matrix sits back and smiles. If you want to think of yourselves as sorry-ass sinners, if you want to spend your time watching every eensy little p, every teensy little q lest you dare step out of line, sure, fine by me. Go for it.
Because The Matrix knows that gets us nowhere, because a bunch of browbeaten sorry-ass sinners sure as heck aren’t going to rebel.
Alas, that’s the story the traditional Eucharist celebrates, reenacts, that’s the model of reality it reconstructs and reinforces. Be sorry, be very sorry, because you’re such sorry-ass sinners God had to send his own only-begotten son to bail out your sorry asses, you sorry-ass sinners.
The Über-Eucharist, you’ll be happy to hear, has an attitude utterly different, utterly—
Hack the Eucharist | Crash the Matrix 