"The God of the Sistine Chapel is the pre-Reformation God : man's answer to the problem of the universe. That of the Pieta is the incomprehensible God of Luther and Loyola : no doubt concerned with man but in his own way which faith alone, not reason, can apprehend. "
G. R. Elton, Reformation Europe, p. 286
This idea of humans finding meaning in virtual reality games is actually not a new idea. It's a very old idea. We have been finding meaning in virtual reality games for thousands of years. We've just called it religion until now.
"Le mal se fait sans effort, naturellement, par fatalité ; le bien est toujours le produit d'un art." -Charles Baudelaire
How dark, O Lord, are Thy decrees, All hid from mortal sight, All our joys to sorrow turning, And our triumphs into mourning, As the night succeeds the day. No certain bliss, No solid peace, We mortals know. On earth below, Yet on this maxim still obey: "Whatever is, is right." ...
Durrell, Lawrence, Clea .
Following Leibnitz and Einstein, we have so far come to accept that there may be no meaning to time besides change. It is another thing altogether to wonder whether time and change themselves might be constructs – whether there might be some fundamental way of perceiving the world in which they play no role at all. … I don’t know if there are any real limits to what the human mind can imagine, but thinking about this question brings me closer than I like to the limits of what my own mind has the language or means to conceive. The problem of time in quantum cosmology is hard exactly because it seems to lead us to confront the possibility that time and change themselves are illusions. …
Lee Smolin, The Life of the Cosmos
Alice approaches a large table set under the tree outside the March Hare’s house and comes across the Mad Hatter and the March Hare taking tea. They rest their elbows on a sleeping Dormouse who sits between them. They tell Alice that there is no room for her at the table, but Alice sits anyway. The March Hare offers Alice wine, but there is none. Alice tells the March Hare that his conduct is uncivil, to which he rejoins that it was uncivil of her to sit down without being invited. The Mad Hatter enters the conversation, opining that Alice’s hair “wants cutting.” Alice admonishes his rudeness, but he ignores her scolding and responds with a riddle: “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” Alice attempts to answer the riddle, which begins a big argument about semantics. After their argument, the tea party sits in silence until the Mad Hatter asks the March Hare the time. When he discovers that the March Hare’s watch, which measures the day of the month, is broken, the Mad Hatter becomes angry. He blames the March Hare for getting crumbs on the watch when the March Hare was spreading butter on it. The March Hare sullenly dips the watch in his tea, dejectedly remarking that “It was the best butter.” Alice gives up on the riddle and becomes angry with the Mad Hatter when she discovers that he doesn’t know the answer either. She tells him he should not waste time asking riddles that have no answers. The Mad Hatter calmly explains that Time is a “him,” not an “it.” He goes on to recount how Time has been upset ever since the Queen of Hearts said the Mad Hatter was “murdering time” while he performed a song badly. Since then, Time has stayed fixed at six o’clock, which means that they exist in perpetual tea-time. Bored with this line of conversation, the March Hare states that he would like to hear a story, so they wake up the Dormouse. The Dormouse tells a story about three sisters who live in a treacle-well, eating and drawing treacle. Confused by the story, Alice interjects with so many questions that the Dormouse becomes insulted. Alice continues to ask questions until the Mad Hatter insults her and she storms off in disgust. As she walks, she looks back at the Mad Hatter and the March Hare as they attempt to stuff the Dormouse into the teapot