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This is how I became a Dungeon Master. You start out life and the first thing you remember is that you are waiting for a bus, it’s going to take you to school. You stand at the end of your street and the older kids are there and they have a fistfight, you are young and don’t know what a fistfight is. I was, they fight and a girl cries and I sat by the brick sign that named the development and waited for the bus, I wasn’t thinking about what was going on around me. And on the bus you have a notebook and you take your notes and have ideas. You get to the school and you waste time and ignore the teacher and work on your schemes.

And before you know it you’ve been at this for 30 years with a stack of notebooks cluttering your house. You, I, MeMyselfandI – things have gone down, truth, actions and happenings, life has changed. But then, I go and wait for a bus in the morning, insensible, I shirk my day-to-day to work on the things that are of interest to me&myself&I and that’s the source of all my problems and the nascence of all my joys.

But here, and I’ll tell you – here is where I learned to balance the Platonist and the Taoist in me. You know – it’s true that we can all idealize a better world, we all can because that’s the gift of consciousness. Some of us can choose to go and live there instead of here, take the trip and avoid, avoid – allow the flow of nature and events to circumscribe your own innate realities. There’s that too.

Then you’re the island, an island a bore – you’re in isolation and your only validation is yourself- you could, I could become Rather Unseemly – so what’s the cure? You ask, I answer.

You start to remember that the give and take between people- that there are desires and that we are in the state of balanced desires and conflicting purposes – that’s the world, so shouldn’t the fake-mind-world have something of that in it? And where do you get it? You can fashion your bauble universe and then… and then… Why, you really should do something with it.

So I came to a conclusion and I found the answer- you know there are others, the trusted associates, the suspicious misanthropes, the charming psychotics- the nerds, the gamers – dreamers like you/me and they want to throw down, they want a moment in your crazy imagination and they want to try and break it.

And that’s the cure – that’s the synthesis of the worldviews, make a thing with accommodations for everyone, and then? Make them fight, make the world quake and shake and see, really see what the handmade universe can bear – simulate before you call down wrath against the terrestrial deities – there’s not finer worlds but different, and every one fails and falls in its turn. Did you think it was otherwise? Did you think that the pantocrator doesn’t wait for a bus and dream the making dream?