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Allegory, Consciousness, Dream, identity, meaning, metapoetic, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, science fiction, simulation, Universe
ALLEGORY
he dissolves the yellow-orange tablet in water
the taste is bitter so he adds a drop of honey to sweeten it
whilst doing so he has a slightly critical thought about himself as one of those people he somewhat dispises — the people who need to add sugar to sweeten things
when he writes down his dream experience he uses no punctuation
he does not know why this should be
the game teaches him things he would not have learnt otherwise
it takes him places
he has never been
he calls the game “Allegpry”
he wonders if there are other users, and where, if there are, their collective consciousness might actually be
there is frightening violence and graphic sexual experience in the game, at least in some of the narrative lines he has followed
this would suggest there is no single determining mind able to censor content that players/users might find disturbing, offensive or unsuitable
the game has been around for a very long time, perhaps as long as time itself
some aspects of the game do seem alien, beyond human consciousness, outside of the categories of human rational and philosophical thinking
the game could be a force for good or evil
it could be morally ambivalent
it could be, to use the philosopher’s phrase: beyond good and evil
perhaps even how they are working to turn the dream world into an absolute universal simulation, a concrete reality — the people who created the yellow-orange, somewhat bitter tasting effervescent tablets
he imagined them working in a laboratory, then he realized he did not have to imagine them because them working in the laboratory was part of the game
in one of the Internet chat rooms where they discuss the game, its origin, its meaning, how it should be experienced, how it should be played, there are those who express the idea that some of the narratives are eternal
open-ended, they fold back upon themselves like Möbius strips, looping back and forward forever
he has no thought on this, but believes the possible narratives or versions of the narrative could be in the millions or billions
perhaps even infinite in number
the game is, he fears, slowly deleting ha sense of the real
he spoke about this to his supervisor at the laboratory
thins at the laboratory seem to be becoming stranger by the day, his daily working life becoming more surreal
perhaps there is no laboratory, no game, no yellow-orange tablet, no Sun in the sky
perhaps there is a codeword or code phrase that needs to be uttered that will stop or suspend everything
perhaps the game has secretly been feeding him the codeword or phrase already
perhaps it is on his tongue and he
will remember it
definitely will remember it
with that thought the dissolved tablet finding its way into his system begins to operate according to the precise chemical plan and..
he is back in the game
