Anonymous ID: 13fb1b May 21, 2019, 11:52 a.m. No.6551710   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>1743

MINECRAFT END POEM

 

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

 

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

 

Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

 

Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

 

Let's go back.

 

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.

 

And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.

 

And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

 

Let's go further back.

 

The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by…

 

Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".

 

Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.

 

You. You. You are alive.

 

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

 

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again

 

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream

 

and the universe said I love you

 

and the universe said you have played the game well

 

and the universe said everything you need is within you

 

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

 

and the universe said you are the daylight

 

and the universe said you are the night

 

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

 

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

 

and the universe said you are not alone

 

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

 

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

 

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

 

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

 

You are the player.

 

Wake up.