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Gaming Memories Helping to Heal Katrina Wounds
waterlogged writes "Lara Crigger writes a compelling account of the effects of hurricane Katrina on a person's sense of videogames in The Escapist. From the article: 'Hurricanes destroy more than just property; they destroy the sense of property, as well. They smash that universal belief that objects intrinsically carry some emotional gravity or weight. Acts of destruction remind us that physical substances are only equal to the exact sum of their parts: Plastic and cotton, metal or wood. What's left over is a painful buoyancy, an unbearable absence of feeling; you mourn not just your lost PS2 games or your Xbox controllers but also the fact that these once precious things have been proven completely meaningless. Even if they do remain intact after the storm (like the Samus poster), the only entity that really survives is you.'"
Navel gazing has descended to new depths of stupidity... just incredible. What the hell is this crap doing on /.?
Question: If you were all-of-the-sudden a divine being and were infinite and omnipotent...what would you do and how would you do it?
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Well I suppose I would start out with a bit of the old hedonism... lots of pretty lights, music, sex. Once I started feeling some of that Protestant guilt, I imagine I'd go on the productivity trip, building skyscrapers that defy gravity, writing music with any instrument (i also have infinite talent), and so on and so on. I'd probably get tired of that, too, and switch back to hedonism eventually.
The cycle would probably continue for God knows how long until eventually I just got tired of it all, threw up my hands and said "fuck all this power, I hate being omnipotent, I never asked for this, I take it all back." At that point I would probably fall asleep, and have omnipotent infinite dreams in which I could forget myself more and more until I've completely lost myself and now I'm just the world, the whole world in all its glorious splendor and squalor, its breathtaking hierarchy of chaos upon order upon chaos upon order, stars swirling out of nebula, planets whizzing past one another, atoms fusing, molecules swirling into cells, cells into tissue, until after eons and eons and eons I'm finally sitting here at my computer typing a reply to a post on Slashdot.
Time to wake up
...birds are dying!