What Do Minecraft's End Credits Mean?

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47 thoughts on “What Do Minecraft's End Credits Mean?”

  7. And i manipulated it in a texture pack saying that i am the best Minecraft player after technoblade and camman 18
    And at the end when it says
    "Youre the player, wake up"
    I wrote:
    "Youre the player, wakey wakey!" 💀

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  34. I think the two godlike entities that are talking or notch and his friends notch is the creator of Minecraft although he didn’t produce it he created the story and gave the ideas of the world he did play a key role in creating and did help with some of the designs but the only one god like being that we ever knew was notch and also the two godlike people mentioned that you were made out of milk and love why those specific elements only time will tell

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  37. "Once apon a time there was a person. That person was you. Sometimes it thought itself human, on a thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Some times the person dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a would that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the person dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the person dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the person woke from one dream into another, then from that into a third. Sometimes the person dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the person were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the person, in her body. And the person awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into its long dream. And the person was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the person was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the person was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the person. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the person's body were created, long before this world, in the heart of a star. So the person, too, is information from a star. And the person moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small private world created by the person, who inhabits a universe created by… Shush. Sometimes the person created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of off's and on's; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the person, reading words… Shush… Sometimes the person read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meanings; decoded meanings into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the person strated to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the person was alive. You. You. You are alive. And sometimes the person believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees. And sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner the person's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the person, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again. And sometimes the person believed the universe had spoken to it through zeros and one's, through the electricity of the world, the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream. And the universe said I love you. And the universe said lived life well. And the universe said everything you need is within you. And the universe said you are stronger that you know. And the universe said you are the daylight. And the universe said you are the night. And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you. And the universe said the light you seek is with in you. And the universe said you are not alone. And the universe said you are not seperate from every other thing. And the universe said said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code. And the universe said I love you because you are love. And the world was over and the person woke up from the dream. And the person began a new dream. And the person dreamed again. Dreamed better. And the person was the universe. And the person was love. You are the person. Wake up…"

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  38. I think it goes a bit deeper than this. The entire Minecraft world and philosophy these "individuals" discuss is rather profound when looked through the lens of them talking to the player as well as the person that is labeled as a gamer. Honestly, it cured my existential dread

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