#I LOVE YOU END POEM I LOVE YOU JULIAN GOUGH I LOVE YOU MINECRAFT I LOVE YOU SILLY BLOCK GAME I LOVE YOU UNIVERSE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LO

[shadows-twilight]

So Julian Gough, the guy who wrote the Minecraft End Poem that shows up on your screen the first time you beat the Dragon and leave The End, has recently revealed that he never signed away the rights to it to Mojang and thus has actually been the owner of it all this time. Recently, he made it public domain. I encourage everyone to read the article he wrote discussing this subject and why he made the decision he did, as it is actually quite the fascinating read

[demonstars]

george on love

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

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[kiwiofc]

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.

-Minecraft End Poem, Julian Gough 

[viridiave]

it's not often that any piece of literature can impact me so much that it goes on to define how I see the world and how I want to live but I just need to get it out there that Ray Bradbury, Harlan Ellison, and Julian Gough's works have changed my life

I'm working through reading the rest of Ray Bradbury's works that I've found in my university's library, but I need you all to know that when I spotted The Fog Horn in our archive, I almost cried and missed my shuttle home. There Will Come Soft Rains has permanently instilled in my mind visions of the quiet world without us. Kaleidoscope broke my heart and mended it again when all the men fell like stars and wondered if that was how all dying people felt.

I know Harlan Ellison for one thing and it's I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, and it forced my brain open so it could accept it in its entirety. AM's malice and hatred is engraved into my mind as his own is engraved into miles of his own wires.

then there's Julian fuckin Gough and the Minecraft End Poem and like - I can be funny about this but I have genuinely never felt more loved than when I was reading through that thing for the first time. There is worth in dreaming and being alive.

anyway they're the reasons I really want to take short story-writing seriously thanks for sitting through this short post of short, unhinged praise

[quote-tournament]

Fifth round, first fight

Quote number 3 :

And the universe said I love you because you are love

-Julian Gough, Minecraft's end poem

VS

Quote number 27 :

"I believe in a universe that doesn't care, and people who do"

-Angus, Night in the Woods

[raimi]

"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."

minecraft end poem by julian gough, ending.

[sonics-left-shoe]

The End Poem, a freehand poem written by musician Julian Gough.

[Minecraft pre-credits poem].

I see the player you mean.

PLAYERNAME?

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

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.

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the 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.

What did this player dream?

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.

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?

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 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.

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

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.

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. 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.

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.

And yet they play the game.

But it would be so easy to tell them...

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

I will not tell the player how to live.

The player is growing restless.

I will tell the player a story.

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.

Give it a body, again.

Yes. Player...

Use its name.

PLAYERNAME. Player of games.

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.

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.

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.

Once upon a time, there was a player.

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 fifty million kilometres 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 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.

Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.

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.

You are the player. The story. The program. The human. 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...

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".

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 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 realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was 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

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.

[morepeachyogurt]

can you make a post that features all the quotes and art you used in your weather quiz? I tried to screenshot all of it for reference later because I thought all the quotes were cool but I think I missed some! thank you!

why yes of course!! here are the quotes from my uquiz! i didnt include the ones i made up like the choose a kind of melancholy but i can add them if you’d like :)

pick a quote about god:

“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?” ― Ilya Kaminsky

“i crawl in the moss. it is easy to find god. she is a cluster of eels beneath my palms. i ask of her, am i doing any of this life right? and she, with her many mouths, says nothing.” - kitchen mckeown

“Marianne, he said, I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me” -sally rooney

“they say if you want something bad enough you’ll end up making a god out of it” -ocean vuong

“And God said, Survive. And carry my perfume among the perishing.” -tony hoagland

choose an image, i couldn’t find sources sorry!

Saad Moosajee, Danaé Gosset, & Art Camp from “a pearl” by mitski

choose a quote from life of the party by olivia gatwood:

“i was alone by winter, practicing some familiar grief. my old hearts sacrament”

“I don't know why I'm doing this—playing show and tell with the times I've walked fast in the dark. Maybe I see myself in the worst of it. Maybe if I can imagine myself in the shallow water, you should too. Maybe I am tired of hearing people talk about the murder of girls like it is both beautiful and out of the ordinary.”

“we are sitting on the cusp of spring. we are always sitting on the cusp of spring. “

“how many gods can a girl have? who will she go home to when she dies?”

“we are girls, silent and dead, and still, the life of the party.”

“I am afraid that outside of here, is just another here. I am afraid I will spend the rest of my life hoping to build myself in the vision of someone else. What am I, if not yours? What do I do with my hands when they are just hands?”

“at some point i’ll tell you why i didn’t go to the wake. i guess i never really knew johnny like that. by that i mean sober or in a church. when i say i didn’t go to the wake i mean i drove by his house everyday for two years and the for sale sign never got taken down like the house would always be johnny’s, like maybe the whole town knew what happened there. like maybe no one could get rid of the blood.”

collage art that makes me ill:

@haunteddomens (mitski)

@woundpattern

@asoftwrongness

@heavensghost

@remanence-of-love

choose a quote that makes me believe in the world:

“On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.”-Jack Kerouac

“and the universe said i love you” -minecraft end poem/ julian gough

“you can put your strength down, i'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table, there's no need to say another word.” -Eden Robinson

“Sometimes I get up before sunrise to watch the way the dark thins out and objects slowly reveal themselves, the trees, the rest of the landscape. You can hear the river below and roosters in the village. The light of dawn, cold and blue, gradually fills the world, and it’s the same in every place I’ve been.”-Andrzej Stasiuk

“i forgive myself, i did everything that i could, and my life has value. yes.” queer eye

[prettiestpancakes]

I just love that Minecraft is a post-apocalyptic game so much.

I love that it take place in a world that has pulled itself together after being meddled with. A world that acts as proof that no matter how many horrid, unknowable monsters the human mind may summon into existence, nature will accept them with open arms.

Crumbling structures are overtaken by plant-life. Towering metallic guardians show acts of kindness to the tiny rural communities in which they reside. Alien fungi form vibrant ecosystems in the dark caverns where they first took root.

And all of that is pierced with the highs of exploration. The idea that discovery lies within the unknown - the caves, the forests, the depths of oceans. This is something so primordial to us, as humans, the knowledge that every next corner can hold something gorgeous.

This is why in the End Poem it says:

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.

Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works.

Because I think Julian Gough understood that this is the central appeal. The primal joy of it all. That is speaks to something in our bones.

I'll write a full-fledged analysis of the End Poem at some point. I really want to. But I guess my point is...

I love the peace that Minecraft radiates. Even now that it became so much more complicated that it was back when I played actively, I think it is nearly impossible to make it lose the charm that was so thoroughly baked into its core.

It's a story about wondering, I guess. That's what makes it so enthralling to me. Wondering a world that was once broken, that still remains scarred, but has all of the mind-blowing beauty you expect from a fantasy story. I really do love it.

[onawhimsicot]

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#all these internship deadlines are coinciding with finals week and its like. i obviously should prioritize the former. everyone would agree

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

so i haven't really been plugged in to Critical Role news in a while but wasn't TLOVM going to be about pre-campaign stuff? I totally understand if things have changed with it being an Amazon show now + wanting to start with Whitestone to have a banger of an opening, but I thought that maybe we'd circle back around to the whole Uriel being possessed arc. But Uriel just stepped down and we're launching right into the Chroma Conclave arc so I'm guessing they're not doing any pre-campaign stuff and are just doing an adaptation?

14 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#4

OHHHHH PIKE GIVING VEX A BOOST!! CLERICS!!!! I LOVE CLERICS!!!! ITS THE GIRLS!!!!!!

I MISSED PERCY'S STUPID PRETENTIOUS VOICE SO MUCH VOX MACHINA MY BELOVED

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#3

[ID: A screenshot of a page from In Other Lands that reads, "Myra joined him, pulled up a chair to his table and took one of the books from his unread stack. / 'Luke and Serene told me what you were doing here,' she said. 'And I--I like Commander Woodsinger. She's kind to my cousin, who's all dwarf, and I don't want the camp to have any other commander, and I want to help."]

Even though I reread this book like every 6 months, I only just now caught on to this during my current reread given the recent news. So, for anyone else who was curious/forgot about this like me, Myra mentions her cousin shortly before Colonel Whiteleaf's attempted coup.

Very fascinating to see that the "exiled dwarven prince" mentioned in the announcement post presumably came and studied at the camp too! I can't wait to learn more about him, Myra my beloved, and the dwarves :O

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#2

it is incredibly funny that Yizhi rolled up and went all in on saving the girl he's in love with but took a quick detour to google the infamous known murderer Li Shimin and immediately developed a celebrity crush on him like "oh, hes smart too? ....thats kinda hot actually"

hes literally like "okay so Li Shimin probably did bad things idk but like have you SEEN his test scores?? people said he used to STUDY" this trio has a buckwild dynamic ajdakhfs

265 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.

But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.

Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way whether it be subscribing to his substack or donating to his paypal (that's linked in the article, you can ctrl + F to find it easier), that's all.

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[whoevengaf]

star mercury and Cassiopeia!!!!

Star- What song(s) do you feel describes you?

Right.... Idk why but roll over bethoveeeen was the first song that came into my mind... Maybe also infinite potentiality or if it wasnt for the nights..... These are literally just songs ive been listening to this past week that i like 😭😭😭😭

Mercury- Describe your aesthetic.

Absolutely rancid.... Ok lets just say this: the only gossip going around except that im queer is about about my habit of wearing kits. I wore a kit to every single one of my exams iris..... I dont know how to dress anymore.... I layered a olive green long sleeve with my red lfc kit its MAYHEM....

My friend told me im a bit gremlincoreqesque but i disagree so idk... I dont have a term for it.... Im really hoping to become more y2k/90s? Ive got some good looks for that but unfortunately theyre too slay for the wider masses 🙄

Cassiopeia- What’s your favorite quote? 

ARGHHH im not a quote person.... As in i have a shit memory and never remember any but i DO enjoy them.... I think my go to is....

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

- Minecraft end poem by Julian Gough

.... LISTEN.... First of awl... I had to stop myself from putting the entire poem in.... Second of all..... Look..... Minecraft literally changed my life but im totally FINE and NORMAL about it......

If i looked for a song that makes me cry i could 100% find something better but this is just SO important to me.... I never even beat the fucking game!!!!! I get carried away.... And im scared of dying and loosing everythinf... :(

This ask game!

[fadeawaywithyou]

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 the Universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

And the Universe said I love you because you are love

-Minecraft End Poem by Julian Gough

[demonstars]

dream on love

and the universe said i love you because you are love

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[headlesssamurai]

I see the player you mean. 

PLAYERNAME? 

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. 

That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. 

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. 

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. 

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the 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. 

What did this player dream? 

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. 

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? 

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 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. 

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

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. 

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. 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. 

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. 

And yet they play the game. 

But it would be so easy to tell them... 

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. 

I will not tell the player how to live. 

The player is growing restless. 

I will tell the player a story. 

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. 

Give it a body, again. 

Yes. Player... 

Use its name. 

PLAYERNAME. Player of games. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

Once upon a time, there was a player. 

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 fifty million kilometres 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 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. 

Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. 

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 source code a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. 

You are the player. The story. The program. The human. 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... 

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". 

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 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 realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was 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 

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. 

―  ‘‘end poem’’ from Minecraft by Julian Gough

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Fourth round, first fight

Quote number 3 :

And the universe said I love you because you are love

-Julian Gough, Minecraft's end poem

VS

Quote number 9 :

Stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and ask their ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.

-Javik, Mass Effect 3

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26 and 30

Hello there!  (*´▽`*)

26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality?

I identify as a bisexual cisgender female :3 

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

Oh I am in love with the Minecraft end poem written by Julian Gough! It really speaks to me and motivates me during my current situation  ♡( ◡‿◡ ) I have so many favorite quotes from the poem but I think my favorite has to be

‘and the universe said I love you’

If I ever had to pick a quote to be tattooed on me, it’ll probably be this one!