lobstermandan


A Minecraft salmon, spinning. A Minecraft salmon, spinning.
A Minecraft Lily of the Valley A Minecraft Dandelion A Minecraft daisy. A Minecraft pink tulip. A Minecraft Lily of the Valley A Minecraft Dandelion A Minecraft daisy. A Minecraft pink tulip.

i love minecraft. the idea of being in this barren world that slowly realizes itself into a beautiful, loving landscape full of life and treasures? OUGHHHHH that's my shit!!!!


i find myself in a strange new world...


some of my favorite pieces of the end poem:

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?


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.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.


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.


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.


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.


Now spin, freaks!!!

A Minecraft chicken, spinning. A Minecraft cow, spinning.