The Fan-Made and Logically Constructed Theory and Fan-Fiction on the Lore of Minecraft
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In this first section of the ORIGIN Fan Theory, we will be going over The End poem, which is the ending credit sequence that rolls after you defeat the Ender Dragon and jump into the portal. There will be spoilers.
I'd like to note that yes, the End Poem is - in totality - basically describing that each different new game is a dream and that we, as the player, are experiencing this as code. But, there's much more to it, and I'm going to take certain terms, phrases, and passages for different meanings.
So, without further ado, let's begin.
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FIRST, I'd like to define two things: dreams and games.
These two terms will be used a lot in the poem and later I will be getting into something called The Minecraft Theory, which is the main lore theory I've developed for Minecraft. So, I'd like to tell you what they mean in my theory. In the real life theory, what they mean is pretty clear.
Dreams: In The Minecraft Theory, dreams are the different worlds you play in. Every time you click 'New World', this is a new dream. However, I do not disconnect dreams. Dreams are not separated into different worlds. No, rather, I think 'dreams' and 'New Worlds' are just a way of saying 'journeys' or 'new journey's.
Games: This term is more bulky and more encompassing. Very simply put, a 'game' is the entire ethereal aspect of Minecraft or any game. It is the ideas, the creations, the journeys and dreams, the friendships, the discoveries, the terror, the excitement, the struggle; all of these ideas that can come out of Minecraft or any game at all.
Now that we've got that out of the way, let's begin. Remember to return to this part of the article if you forget the meanings of dreams and games.
I see the player you mean.
[We will call this speaker [i]Blue[/i]]
[i]PLAYERNAME[/i]?
[And we will call this speaker [i]Green[/i]]
[Here, Blue and Green have just noticed your defeating the dragon and are turning your attention to you. Green, apparently, has spoken
of you in the past, and now Blue seems to actually be paying true attention.]
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
[Blue is telling Green to be careful with his words because you can now hear them.]
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
[Implying the voices are not part of the "game", which I will connect to the lore.]
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
[Implying that, in this "game", you did great.]
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.
[Explaining that you choose to, rather than hear their thoughts, read them.]
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
[Explaining the strength of words. Appraising your 'choice' to read them, rather than hear them.]
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.
[Saying that players used to not read in games, but rather simply play them, and that back then, people used to insult players by calling them outcast names such as warlocks or witches. The 'dreaming' that the players are doing are being witches and warlocks in these games; just a cover-all for all the different games that we've played.]
What did this player dream?
[Green is asking what the dream was about, as in, what the game was.]
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.
[He's saying he played Minecraft.]
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?
[Minecraft is an old game, but the player still played it. Green is also asking what the player did in the dream.]
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [i][scrambled][/i], and created a [i][scrambled][/i] for [i][scrambled][/i], in the [i][scrambled][/i].
[This part's a bit tricky. Basically, Blue is saying that you, the player, worked with many other players and built in Minecraft. The reason the words are scrambled is because everyone made different things for different reasons in different places in the fold of... something. That first scramble is most likely the composition of the universe, of the dreams, of the game.]
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.
[He's saying the reason you cannot read those scrambles is because you have not experienced them yet. You must first experience them all through your life to be able to understand.]
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
[Explaining that sometimes, in games, there are good things that happen and the player is motivated and inspired and glad.]
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.
[Sometimes, however, games are scary, difficult, chilling, disappointing, difficult. This also describes that Minecraft is sometimes the same way.]
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
[It is saying that both Minecraft AND the entirety of games are sometimes this way. Sometimes they're difficult, scary, disappointing. Other times, they're inspiring, accomplishing, exciting.]
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.
[Green is explaining that sometimes, when a player is really into a game or a dream or so on, he wants to tell you, the player, that you're very important to the universe. He says that when you have not made a connection to the universe, he wants you to take a step back and connect with the universe. In my theory, this universe is whatever game you're in. For example, in Minecraft, you may get sidetracked with building a home or fighting mobs or mining for resources. But sometimes, Green wants to tell you that you need to take a step back and be more productive, whether in that universe or not. It's very foggy and very hard to grasp, but luckily, it's not overly important.]
[NOTE: There's another theory I have that Green is speaking about real life, but as this is an article about Minecraft as if it were a separate universe on its own, we'll refrain from talking about real life.]
It reads our thoughts.
[Blue is telling Green two things: 1.) Be careful and 2.) He can hear you, so you can just tell him what you want to tell him. You don't have to wish he could hear you, because he can.]
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [i][scrambled][/i] and [i][scrambled][/i], I wish to tell them that they are [i][scrambled][/i] in the [i][scrambled][/i]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
[Fairly straight forward. Green saying he doesn't care about being careful. Then he says some key words that we can't see because we are not at the 'highest level' yet. So, this paragraph would be important if we could read it.]
And yet they play the game.
[All right, so, I'll get into the main theory here, but first let me explain my real life theory. Basically, if we were connecting this to real life, they'd be saying that Minecraft has such little impact on reality and that it's just a little part of your real life.
Now, with the lore theory, I think that they're saying this: the dream you're playing - the New World you're in - is such a small part of your entire Minecraft experience, such a small stepping stone, so little that you're hardly making a big impact at all, but yet you still continue to play.]
But it would be so easy to tell them...
[He wants to tell you the truth; the bigger picture that's hidden behind the scrambles. Unfortunately, we'll never know the answer. For obvious reasons.]
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
[Again, this can be taken as two things. 1.) This game is such a small part of your real life that it can't possibly tell you the meaning of life. Or 2.) This New Game is not a big enough part of the Minecraft experience to matter.]
I will not tell the player how to live.
[He's not going to tell you the meaning of life, or, the meaning of Minecraft.]
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
["Don't tell him the Meaning of Life/Minecraft."]
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
["I won't directly tell him the Meaning of Life/Minecraft, but I will tell him a meaning, encrypted by words.]
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
[i][Player Name][/i]. 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.
[I will now separate this into the two theories: The Life Theory and The Minecraft Theory.]
[The Life Theory: Telling you to be aware of reality, to keep from being engrossed in Minecraft. Pay attention to your real surroundings and move around, as though you were not connected to the game.]
[The Minecraft Theory: He's explaining for you to wake up from this mind-reading. For you - or your character - to move his fingers, to be aware of your world, etc., as though you could no longer connect to Blue and Green's thoughts.]
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.
[The Life Theory: Blue is diving right in to who "Blue" and "Green" are. He's labeling themselves with all the different things that real people have called them in the past: Spirits, Jinn, Ghosts, Demons, Angels, Gods. Really, they do not care what they are called. They are, in reality, the ethereal and the corporeal. The ideas and the beliefs. The atoms and the electrons and the protons. The stars, the planets, the light, the air, the molecules, the everything. They are the universe.]
[The Minecraft Theory: Pretty much the same as The Life Theory, just within the realm of Minecraft.]
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.
[Everything in this passage is a bit tricky, but I'll try to explain.]
[The Life Theory: "We are the universe." They are the universe, as I stated before, communicating to you, the real life person, through Minecraft. "We are everything you think isn't you." This is more in-depth later in the poem, but right here it's vaguely stated that Blue and Green are YOU as well. That since you are made out of the universe, and they ARE the Universe, then Blue and Green and YOU are all the same entity, the same source, the same totality. At the end, he begins a story.]
[The Minecraft Theory: Again, this is the same as above, just in the world of Minecraft.]
The player was you, [i][Player Name][/i].
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.
[The Life Theory: This gets even trickier to decrypt here. All right, so the first section is explaining that the consciousness and soul that embodies you as a human being - in real life - will sometimes live in what is 'real life', the place that is there when Minecraft or any other game is not. In the second passage, Green is explaining that sometimes the player escapes 'reality' into the game that is Minecraft, and the player's life is instead now Minecraft. When you are done playing, your life is again 'real life'.]
[The Minecraft Theory: This is where the two theories differentiate again. In the first passage, Green is explaining the technicality and the massiveness and the amazing traits of the world of Minecraft. That it's not just a thing in the sky. That thing that makes you hot - or your character hot - is actually a sun, so very far away. He is saying that this big, seemingly endless landscape actually is an enormous ball of rock and molten core and life. You might relate this to something like a person - in real life - from the future going back in time to explain to people in the far past that the earth is not flat, that that hot thing in the sky is very far away, and that space exists.]
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
[The Life Theory: These "dreams" are just code words for video games. Blue is saying that sometimes you, the real life person, 'dreamed' - or entered/played in a new video game - and that you had a story and you were in it.]
[The Minecraft Theory: The player had different journeys, different experiences. Sometimes these journeys/dreams actually had a story and sometimes they did not.]
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.
[The Life Theory: Pretty straight forward. Sometimes the player played one game, with a different subject in a different land. Sometimes these games were scary or awesome. Sometimes the player stopped playing one game to enter another and then enter another.]
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
[The Life Theory: This is stating that this part of this game - The End Poem - is just another part of playing a game.]
[The Minecraft Theory: This, hearing/reading/understanding Blue and Green is another journey in and of itself.]
Let's go back.
[Giving backstory now.]
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.
[The Life Theory: This part about the woman gathering atoms is the story of your mother, in real life, being pregnant with you and developing you in her body by the atoms she acquired by eating and drinking and living.]
[The Minecraft Theory: Kind of the same thing, but rather than your real life mother, it's your character's mother.]
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.
[The Life Theory: And you were born from your mother into the 'Long Dream' - which is a phrase that means life itself - and you were a brand new life story that had never been told before. You were both new DNA and new code, a program never run before, an experience never had, a life never seen or known, generated after the evolution that occurred through billions of year in the past.]
[The Minecraft Theory: The same thing as above, just in the Minecraft world.]
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
[The Life Theory: You are this person.]
[The Minecraft Theory: The character you play is this person.]
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...
[The Life Theory: In real life, the atoms that are in your body were created by the explosion of interstellar objects, in the pressure of the center of a star, that went on to spread out into an amazing wave of creation that spread through the universe and ultimately created the earth and the things that landed on the earth and thus, eventually, created you. This means that you yourself are made from the stars themselves.
(NOTE: This is factual. This is a true thing. You ARE part of a star.)
Anyhow, it goes on to explain that you later entered a story - Minecraft- that was a big bundle of information that was coded by a real person named Julian. This big bundle of information was anchored so it could be visually interacted with by a man named Markus - or 'Notch' - which is inside your real world - the life you experience - which is created by something that is not said, as no one knows what made the real universe.]
[The Minecraft Theory: The first two sentences are the same as above. However, the story, this time, is an experience - a dream - made by some entity named Julian. The experience was placed on a physical realm, which is the world that the character you play lives in, which was created by another entity named Markus. However, there is an even higher being that created the everything; someone who created the dreams, the games, the 'Markus', and the 'Julian'. They refrain from saying this entity's name.]
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".
[The Life Theory: Sometimes, through the experiences you've had in life, you've made great places or experiences. Other times, you've made negative choices, which created worse places or experiences. Sometimes, you've imagined wondrous, complicated things, as complicated as a model of the universe. Sometimes you've labeled the flecks of the universe, I.E.: 'electrons' and 'protons'.]
[The Minecraft Theory: Sometimes, the character literally made themselves into a warm, calm physical land or mental fortress. Other times, the character didn't do so well, with lack of initiative or something else, and because of this, danger was created and harm was made and the character was faced with bad consequences. Sometimes, the character dreamed of creating something amazing, imagining these amazing things as the very universe itself. Sometimes it labeled things in the universe without the universe naming those things itself.]
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.
[The Life Theory: In real life, you've labeled things in the universe, such as planets or stars. Other times, there were theories for the universe and its creation, like there were certain offs and ons that made it happen, or that there was certain coding that just -made- the world. Sometimes you believed that you were just in a game, or playing just a game. Sometimes you believed you were just reading something, rather than actually understanding and gaining something from those words.]
[The Minecraft Theory: The character in the game may have labeled things, named things, attached to things. It may have believed it was in a land that was made of energy, just as we do in real life. Sometimes it believed it was all ones and zeros.
Pretty much the same thing as above.]
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
[The Life Theory: The player sometimes played games and decoded those games into having meanings, decoded those games into bringing out emotions, ideas, etc. Sometimes the player, you, realized you do have a reality and that this was, after all, just a game, and none of it was real. None of it had any true, physical impact. Only ideological impact.]
[The Minecraft Theory: Everything in this is metaphorical. Sometimes the character examined things, finding decoded meaning. Sometimes the character decoded meanings into words, then decoded those words into even more meanings, then decoded it all into a lifestyle of ideas, emotions, thoughts, and depth was given to the world and traditions and guidelines and thought processes were created in this world.]
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.
[And the universe loved the player. And the universe loved the character. And the player had new experiences. And the character had new experiences. And the player was the universe. And the character was the universe. And the player was the character. And the character was the player.]
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