Please, just before going to sleep,
look up for a while at these bays and straits again,
with all their stars, and
don't reject the ideas or dreams
that come to you from them.

Herman Hesse
Magister Ludi

 

Now, I know directly.

Denouement      mumble, mumble, mumble

. . . mapping out my head on the internet

remember . . .
I step off the plane with the other passengers and am greated by the Premier of Moscow
We shake hands and pose for pictures.

remember . . .
The real play is behind the scenes
Only I see the real premiere.

remember . . .
These others are from the premier secret forces in the near/middle east.

 

Background:
A lone tree.
A very old tree standing in the center of the scene.
We are all looking at it.

Dialogue: Why are we looking at this tree? I ask.

An organic, evolutionary experience, he says.

The game evolves.
The game grows like a tree.
The game is EXPERIENCE.

OH!
Parallel lives, parallel universes, alternate realities, I respond.

 

Yes, of course, the premier game must be played solo!

 

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