#i thought i'd re-visit one of my favorite literary pieces to be created in the history of ever

[i-anonymous-crow]

thinking about the Minecraft end poem and how the first time I beat the game fair and square i didn't read it. i sat there for minutes skimming over it being a little dissapointed over such a lack-luster finish for beating the game. i think i was too young, and impatient. i just wanted to get back to my home i had carved into a mountain, where my dog and cat were waiting for me.

but i remember trying to understand. to understand the notion of atoms and stars and dreams. i remember dragging air into my lungs and wiggling my finger tips and trying to wrap my mind around the concept of being alive.

and i rememebr being told that i was the universe tasting itself. that i was made of code and atoms. that i was made of milk and love.

and i remember being scared. because for a moment, i was on the cusp of understanding.

i'd like to think that now i do understand the poem, at least, much better than i did a few years ago.

and yeah, maybe i focus a little to much on the meaning rather than understadning the words, but i know how it makes me feel. and that's more than enough for me.

i know that it makes me feel alive and emotional.

i know that it makes me tear up every time.

but most importantly, i think, is that i know

that the universe is kind