Just in time for the Burn, the amazing Roy Two Thousand has finished Lake of Dreams, his most recent absolutely mind-blowing film. If this doesn’t get you going, check your pulse.
I’m in awe over places like the Temple at Burning Man and the people (guardians) who hold this space so beautifully. We need this in our default world.
“In 2011, I fell in love. Not with a person, but a structure: The Temple of Transition.”
Read Ian Mackenzie’s great essay here:
I’m in heavy play-mode these days. I have several interesting games going. This is where I need to be in my practices; where I need to cultivate the power, attention, and resources to make a shift into a new game. I will increase the sensation in my body and spend the resources on the desires that will feed me. I’m ready to be who I want to be.
“There are two kinds of games in the universe: finite games and infinite games. A finite game is played to win. An infinite game, on the other hand, is played to keep the game going. It does not terminate because there is no winner.
Finite games require rules that remain constant. The game fails if the rules change during the game. Altering rules during play is unforgivable, the very definition of unfairness. Great effort, then, is taken in a finite game to spell out the rules beforehand and enforce them during the game.
An infinite game, however, can keep going only by changing its rules. To maintain open-endedness, the game must play with its rules.
A finite game such as baseball or chess or Super Mario must have boundaries — spatial, temporal, or behavioral. So big, this long, do or don’t do that.
An infinite game has no boundaries. James Carse, the theologian who developed these ideas in his brilliant treatise Finite and Infinite Games, says, “Finite players play within boundaries; infinite players play with boundaries.”.”
Sipping a coffee alone in a cafe in Copenhagen writing and listening to Bach – yeah Bach, wtf? – enjoying the thick feeling of rain clouds overhead and the drizzle outside the steamy cafe windows. The air is warm and humid and a couple sits beside me plotting and planning their lives together with real gusto, too accented for me to catch everything, but their attention on each other feels real and has spark and fire to it.
I can feel the music rewiring my brain, unlocking it and occupying my thoughts while the twists and turns of the song take my system on a mini adrenaline ride. New neural pathways abound.
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