I see the player you mean.
I see the player you mean.
[Playername]?
[Playername]?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.< /p>
Yes. careful. It has reached a higher level. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
It doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
I like this player. It plays well. It never gives up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
When it is deep in the dream of a game, it always behaves in this way Imagine all kinds of things.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And better than the reality behind staring at a screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons .
They also heard sounds. before the player can read it. Have you ever seen people who have never played the game call players witches and warlocks? And the players dreamed that they were riding on sticks powered by demons, soaring through the air.
What did this player dream?
What did this player dream about?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
< p>It dreamed of sunshine and trees. Dreamed about fire and water. It dreams that it creates. It also dreams of its destruction. It dreams that it hunts and is hunted. It dreamed of shelter.Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
Ha, that original interface. interface. After a million years of carving, it still lasts forever.
But what real structure did this player build in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the[scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It worked hard, together with millions of others, to depict a real world, created by [garbled code], for [garbled code], and in [garbled code].
It cannot read that thought.
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
No. It has not yet reached the highest level. In that realm, it must fulfill the long dream of life, not just a dream in the game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Does it know that we love it? Is the universe benevolent?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
< p>But sometimes it is too sad, in that long dream. It creates a world without summer, trembles under the black sun, and sees its sad creation as a reality.To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. And grief is its private business. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them that they create a real world in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them about their own importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they lose touch with reality, I want to help them communicate with the world they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are[scrambled] in the [ scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
Sometimes I don't care. Sometimes I want to tell them that what you think is reality is just [garbled] and [garbled], and I want to tell them that they are [garbled] within [garbled].
In their long dreams, they see too little reality.
And yet they play the game.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell how they live is to prevent them living.
It was too strong for this dream. Telling them how to live is preventing them from living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
This player is growing anxious.
I will tell the player a story.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
No. It is a literal cage that tightly wraps up the truth. Rather than the naked truth.
Give it a body, again.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Okay. Player...
Use its name.
Call it by name.
[Playername]. Player of games.
[Playername]. game player.
Good.
Very good.
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.
Take a deep breath, good. Take another deep breath. Feel the air filling your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Feel your body again, under gravity, in the air. Reborn in a long dream. You feel it. Your body touches the universe every moment, even though you are a separate being. Even though we are separate beings.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
Who are we? We were once called the spirits of the mountains. Father Sun, Mother Moon. Ancient heroic spirits, souls of animals. Gods. ghost. Little green person. Then there are gods, demons, and angels. Sao Ling. Aliens, extraterrestrial beings. Light particles, quarks. Words are constantly changing. We are consistent.
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.
We are the universe. We are everything you think is outside of yourself. You're looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin and shower you with light? It’s to see you, player. and be recognized. I should tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
A long time ago, there was a player.
The player was you, [Playername].
The player was you, [Playername]
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 million kilometres away.
Sometimes it thinks of itself as a human on a thin layer of molten rock on the ever-rotating sphere. The ball of molten rock orbited a blinding ball of gas three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive. They are so far apart that it takes light eight minutes to cross the gap. That light is a message from a star that can burn your skin from 150 million kilometers away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed that he was a miner on the surface of a flat, infinitely extended world. The sun is a square white dot. Day and night change quickly; there is much to do; death is temporary and inconvenient.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
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.< /p>
Sometimes the player dreams that it is something else, somewhere else. Sometimes these dreams are disturbing. Some are truly beautiful. Sometimes the player wakes up from one dream and finds himself in a second dream, but ultimately in a third dream.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
Let's go back a little.
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy , moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Shhh. Sometimes the little world this player creates is soft, warm and simple. Sometimes it's hard, cold and complex. Sometimes it builds a mental model of the universe; flecks of energy traveling across vast, empty spaces. Sometimes it calls these spots "electrons" and "protons."
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
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.
Sometimes it is convinced that it exists in a universe of "on" and "off"; "0" and "1"; lines of commands. Sometimes it's convinced it's playing a game. Sometimes it's convinced it's reading text on the screen.
You are the player, reading words...
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realized it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
Shh...sometimes the player reads the command line on the screen. Decode them into words; decode words into meaning; decode meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player's breath begins to quicken and he realizes that it's alive, it's alive, and those thousand deaths are not. Really, the player is alive.
You. You. You are alive.
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
The beautiful sunshine spoke to it.
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
Sometimes this player believes that the universe shines through the clear winter night sky, and the starlight that exists in the corner of its eyes may be the light emitted at that moment by the boiling plasma of stars that are millions of times larger than the sun. Talk to it, walk home on the far side of the universe, suddenly smell the food, in front of the familiar door, it is ready to fall into the 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 sometimes players believe that the universe passes through zeros and ones, through the world of electricity, speaking to it through the words scrolling on the screen and the end of the dream
and the universe said I love you
The universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
The universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
The universe says you have everything you need
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
The universe said you are stronger than you know
< p>and the universe said you are the daylightThe universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
The universe said you are the night< /p>
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you<
The universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
The universe said the light you are looking for is within your heart
and the universe said you are not alone
The universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
The universe said you are not isolated from everything
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
The universe says you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
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 .
The song ends and everyone disperses, and the yellow beam is a dream. The player begins a new dreamland. Players are dreaming again, better dreams. The player is the universe. Players are love.
You are the player.
You are the player.
Wake up.
It’s time to wake up.