But a “reminder.”
No body and no thing is an NPC of existence, not even a quantum particle. Not because we’re all fundamentally “players,” but because existence itself, the luminous ground, cannot be captured by the model of game, though we can refer to it poetically as a game.
Games don’t exist. They are an artifact of language. We can choose to load(“gaming”), it is certainly useful, but while being careful to not let it become our operating system. The stories we tell us can weight us down and rob us of power, even when we intended otherwise. Such is the stacking of software, always slowing down the system it runs on.
Every module installed makes us feel different.
Osho said on Facebook a few minutes ago and I retweeted him that you become what you feel and that’s your responsibility. The inner games we decide to model in our inner universe, which is as vast as the outer if not more, also have their own vectors of responsibility. That’s the place where we decide what “adulthood” and a bunch of other things mean.
I too want new socioeconomic games, but it is meta-important to me that we remember that we are free this very second from all such games as they are not reality itself. It is like confusing your boring, dead Facebook profile or your deader state-bureaucratic descriptor (Job Yes/No, Parent Yes/No, Married Yes/No, Income, Age, Sex, Location, Degrees, etc.) with the concrete magical radiance of equipping a body of a trillion cells of uncountable particles. To cry inside, in awe and joy, of how beautifully that old, tired body reflects sunlight as it moves slowly and dances softly, and how it smells the air of suburbia, and how there are an infinite ways to smile to a passerby, and how much that moves your complex inner world, and how much you still have to learn about all that. And love. Oh god, love!
We have no fundamental need to jump from one game to another as the space between them is just fine — it is existence itself, not a void left by replacing what we identified with and thought, erroneously, that was our world or reality itself. Being an NPC is sterile in the gaming world of our society, but in reality, being an NPC is as messy, magical and open-ended as any other activity, even without granting him a vast inner universe that’s directly connected to every other shard of god.
What you choose to feel every morning when you wake up is felt by every single living conscious particle of the entire universe, and objectively affects their trajectory. That’s what “we are one” means. Not a billiard-ball-wave effect. We are not connected by mere “physics.” We are not even “connected.” We just are one. Existence is, ultimately, not a game; we’re not billiard balls, sticks or players. This very moment, we are.
If adulthood is realizing consequences of the games we play, then adulthood must also mean the realization that thinking “adulthood” is obeying some sort of “right” game is itself the consequence of a meta-game we chose in our inner society of thoughts and feelings.
To replace the socioeconomic games we don’t like, we have to win the meta-game of psychological manipulation where we always self-defeat, and to win that meta-game, we have to share the sight and experience of the non-gaming of reality, so we cannot be overwhelmed, divided into factions and waylaid while playing the meta-game — which I think is what has been happening for the last 500–1,000 years, because I cannot think of nothing less complex to explain away the degree of stupidity this “civilization” of ours seems to be stuck into.
I’m actually telling all this to myself, since I had forgotten all this yesterday, and that’s why I was so sad.
