Full-Court, Half-Court, Quarter-Court Shoot

“Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are.”
― Grant Morrison

 

When I was in my senior year of high school the first video games came out. I remember an early one in the student union at the University next door where my friends and I would hang out, eat snacks and study. This was a basketball game with an introductory loop like many of them had. It showed a basketball player shooting a basket at full-court, then the player would move to half-court and shoot at the basket again then to quarter-court and once again shoot. Then the sequence would begin again and run through until someone put a quarter into play.
I would watch this sequence over and over again and being of a somewhat unusual turn of mind I would try to imagine what existence was like for this tiny pixelated player. Was he bored with his endeavour? What was he thinking? On some level perhaps I could identify with him, playing out a life script that at times seemed to have as much meaning as full-court shoot, half-court shoot, quarter-court shoot and repeat. I resolved at that point that I would choose my script and change it as many times as I could. Even then I wished my life to be intentional, to have meaning.
I have learned in my life perhaps due to the lesson of that video-game basketball player to seek to recognize the patterns that I fall into and understand them and break them. Oh they still come up but one by one they are slowly evolving. As are we all
Blessings, G

 

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