There is a lack of respect for the origin, even though connecting to it is what will give us power. Perhaps this disdain comes from fear. Many are afraid of what they don’t know and what lacks certainty. What can be trusted is what can be controlled, planned, measured. There is enough science to back up some understanding of how the universe was created but there are gaps in knowledge. This is where we have plot holes in creation.
This is where imagination comes in. Imagination fills the holes in this plot like a sower. A gardener who tends to this plot like land, lovingly sowing seeds then covering them. No wonder we cannot see what has been planted until significant growth has taken place. Much like unlocking necessary tools and weapons when playing a video game.
I’ve been finding much inspiration from Super Mario. From that ominous “duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nah” track playing in my mind when I encounter a Koopa-like obstacle to recognizing how each ascent into the air is accompanied with a raised power fist, the game has become a prevalent reference for how life is designed. I’ve felt both existential despair and profound gratitude when I consider that everything is all a part of a highly intentional grid, a system with a creator(s). It depends on where I’m coming from.
When I feel powerless, I experience despair. When I feel empowered, I am happy. It's that simple. Simple as a deceptively ordinary guy making it through a world that appears to be built to stop him. Making it through means winning. Winning requires the interaction of the system and a game player. A player who is willing to learn from their mistakes, daring enough to take risks and committed to reach the end. A system without a human attempting to beat it, has no point.
I did not intend to write the poem to make a case for video games. I wrote it to celebrate the joy of discovery. While I was listening to an artist, I made a connection between their music and how Mario powering up with a star is consistent with the workings of our universe. After all, Mario is a star in his own right. So rather than passively becoming empowered by a higher force, it is a moment of two stars colliding, a superpower formed from union.
I think sometimes there is a sense of doom when imagining the collision of stars. The end of the world, some may fear. But when I remember that the star that I take into myself is just my Self, there is nothing to be afraid of. We are simply creating a new world together, plotting points in this grid like constellations.
“A Star Takes Mario”
I take a star
so I can become
pulsing with power,
that this temporary
is a happy accident
thanks to the design
of the system
this is not even the end
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