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"Happy Funtime Dachau".

Shit Happens In Time, then.


"Come!  Join us in the SHIT!"

"the shit that's happening."

TSTH

Hell, I stole my personal concept of the BIP from RAW's "reality grid" idea, so it's not like we're working with brand new material here.

Basically, we should work with the BIP, Machine,Ñ¢, System¬Æ, CoN, et al until someone has a breakthrough that changes our perceptions.  We can try to rephrase, re-parcel the concept & see what becomes of it, such as:

The Property Line

The End of our Fingertips

The Goldfish Bowl

The Frying Pan and the Fire


etc.  Each of these new imaginings will lead to new ways of looking at the metaphor.

No emotional resonance

We need new metaphors.

I know, ultimately, it's the same idea but I can see the Possibility vs. Prison being seized upon.  They could seem to be different ideas. 

Well, that's an interesting side digression, in an optimist/pessimist way.

Angle:  The BIP implies we are held back from knowledge, and we desire a way out.

The Sphere implies that we are comfortable in our ignorance.

I pretty much just altered it from this:

Hey, kid.  Welcome to Prison.

You think you just woke up here one day, right? ¬†Think again. ¬†It was your whole life that brought you to this. ¬†Fact is, you were born to be here. ¬†Go ahead, look around. ¬†I,Äôll be here when you get back.

Looks smaller than it is, don,Äôt it? ¬†Sometimes, it doesn,Äôt even feel all that bad. ¬†But still,Ķ You look through those bars, and you see all that you,Äôre missing. ¬†Hopes. ¬†Dreams. ¬†What could-have-been. ¬†Here, put your palms up to the Black Iron, grab the bars, let me show you something.

Feel that? ¬†That,Äôs all the books you,Äôve read. ¬†And that entire wall over there is your adolescence. ¬†Look up: ¬†It,Äôs your CD collection. ¬†The floor you woke up on? ¬†Your parents. ¬†Like I said, you were born to be here. ¬†It,Äôs your life, it,Äôs the cold trap of your own existence. ¬†You painted yourself into a corner.

So, now you,Äôre wondering why you feel trapped here, in your own life. ¬†Why now, why today, can you see the bars of a Black Iron Prison that you made for yourself? ¬†Because you stopped reacting, and took a couple of steps forward. ¬†You thought you could do what you wanted, you tried to be self reliant, and bang. ¬†You smacked your head against the wall.

What,Äôs that? ¬†Yeah. ¬†That,Äôs when the claustrophobia sets in. ¬†When you didn,Äôt know you were trapped, everything was fine. ¬†But now that you know, you can see your entire, tired, monotonous life stretch out before you, trapped in these 4 walls, these 6 sides. ¬†Breathe, kid. ¬†It,Äôs just abject panic that you,Äôre feeling right now. ¬†Some even say that this is what death feels like: ¬†An unchanging life, immune and unfeeling to what you really want.

Look around you. ¬†Look at these cold, black bars. ¬†The colorless ceiling. ¬†The hard ground. ¬†That,Äôs your universe. ¬†That,Äôs the world you,Äôre going to be living in for the rest of your life here in Prison. ¬†You,Äôre going to live out your life in quiet desperation. ¬†Or, not so quiet if you decide to take the rifle/bell tower route. ¬†Either way, long or short, it,Äôll feel the same. ¬†Dead, unchanging. ¬†

So, if you,Äôre interested, I,Äôd like to invite you to a jailbreak,Ķ

Just turn around.

So, "parabola" was just another word for "curved wall", "Pallet" could be a bed of some kind, like in a monastary.  I see what you mean about being on the inside, though.

Naw.  I've got too much shit on my plate, and we haven't even begun the re-writes.

I just figured you could make some of the text larger to expand by a page, and then everything could fit together properly.  As it is now, I don't use the page of graphics, as much as I would like.

Same metephor, different words.


There is a limit to what you know, shaped by how you see it, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

See it as a prison, preventing you from what's outside your knowledge, see it as a sphere, containing all you know within it.


What's the difference?

For shits and giggles:




Hello, friend.  Welcome to the Golden Sphere of Possibility.

You think you just woke up here one day, right?  Think again.  It was your whole life that brought you to this.  Fact is, you were born to be here.  Go ahead, look around.  I,Äôll be here when you get back.

Looks smaller than it is, don,Äôt it?  It doesn,Äôt even feel all that bad.  But sometimes, you look through the shimmering concave arc, and you see all that you,Äôre missing.  Abandoned ambitions.  Best-left-forgotten dreams.  Things that could-have-been.  Here, put your palms up to the Sphere, touch the surface, let me show you something.

Feel that?  That,Äôs all the books you,Äôve read.  And that parabola over there is your adolescence.  Look up:  It,Äôs your CD collection.  The pallet you woke up on?  Your parents.  Like I said, you were born to be here.  It,Äôs your life, it,Äôs the golden encapsulation of your own existence.  You painted yourself into this vessel.

So, now you,Äôre wondering why you feel that anything inside your sphere is possible, in your own life.  Why now, why today, can you see the sloping sides of a Golden Sphere of Possibility, that you made for yourself?  Because you stopped reacting inside of it, and took a couple of steps forward.  You thought you could do the impossible, you tried to be self reliant, and bang.  You smacked your head against the sphere.

What,Äôs that?  Yeah.  That,Äôs when the knowledge of the end of the Possible sets in.  When you didn,Äôt know you were inside, everything was fine.  But now that you know, you can see your entire, tired, call-and-response life stretch out before you, enclosed in this curved wall, this round capsule.  Breathe, kid.  It,Äôs just abject panic that you,Äôre feeling right now.  Some even say that this is what death feels like:  An unchanging life, immune and unfeeling to what you really want.

Look around you.  Look at these golden, curved walls.  The glimmering ceiling.  The hard ground.  That,Äôs your universe.  That,Äôs the world you,Äôre going to be living in for the rest of your life here in the Sphere.  You,Äôre going to live out your life only being able to do what,Äôs limited to what you have created.  Or, not so quiet if you decide to take the rifle/bell tower route.  Either way, long or short, it,Äôll feel the same.  Static, unchanging. 

So, if you,Äôre interested, I,Äôd like to invite you pop the bubble,Ķ

Just turn around.

[screeching halt]

Yeah, but... We are all One.

wiff hammock and margarita.

Actually, I think I'm gonna write up the "Golden Sphere" thing, pretty much using the same thing as the BIP, just using different adjectives.  We'll see where this goes.