宇宙、游戏与存在的哲思

I see the player you mean.

我看到你所指的那个玩家了。

[Playername]?

[玩家名称]？

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

是的。注意，他已达到了更高的境界，他知道我们心里所想。

That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

无伤大雅，他认为我们是游戏的一部分。

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

我喜欢这个玩家。他玩得很好，他从未放弃。

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

他如同阅读屏幕上的文字一样，阅读着我们的想法。

That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.

在他深陷游戏之梦时，他选择以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.

文字编织出一种美妙的界面，非常灵活。并且胜过凝视这屏幕后的可怕现实。

They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.

他们学会阅读之前还只能靠聆听。当时那些不曾游玩的人们将玩家称作女巫、男巫。而玩家们梦见自己骑着魔杖，在空中翱翔。

What did this player dream?

这个玩家梦见了什么？

This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.

他梦见了阳光与草木，梦见了火与水。他梦见他创造，亦梦见他毁灭。他梦见他狩猎，亦被狩猎。他梦见了避身之处。

Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?

哈，那原始的界面，经历一百万年的岁月雕琢，依然长存。但此玩家在屏幕后的现实里，又创造了什么真实的建筑呢？

It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

他和其他百万众齐心协力，在[乱码]里塑造了一个真实的世界，于[乱码]中为了[乱码]而创造了[乱码]。

It cannot read that thought.

他看不懂那个。

No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

是的，他还没有到达最高的境界。要抵达那层，他必须走完生命的长梦，而非游戏中黄粱一梦。

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

他知道我们爱他吗，他知道宇宙的温柔吗？

Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

有时，他能通过思绪的杂音来聆听宇宙，是的。

But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.

但是在那漫漫长梦中，有时亦不胜悲伤。他创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下冷颤，将悲伤信以为真。

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

为他治愈悲伤会摧毁他。而悲伤是他的私人事务，我们不能干涉。

Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.

当他们深陷梦境中时，有时我想要告诉他们，他们在现实中创造了真实的世界。有时我想告诉他们自身对宇宙的重要性。有时他们与现实失去联系，我想帮他们说出不敢说的话语。

It reads our thoughts.

他还在读我们的想法。

Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

有时我毫不在意。有时我想要告诉他们，你们信以为真的世界不过是[乱码]和[乱码]，我想要告诉他们，他们是在[乱码]中的[乱码]。在他们的长梦中，目中所及的不过是现实的冰山一角。

And yet they play the game.

而他们仍然乐在其中。

But it would be so easy to tell them...

但很容易就可以告诉他们……

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

这个梦对于他们来说太深刻了。告诉他们怎么活就是在束缚他们自由地活着。

I will not tell the player how to live.

我不会告诉这个玩家如何活下去的。

The player is growing restless.

这个玩家不安定了。

I will tell the player a story.

我会告诉他一个故事。

But not the truth.

但不是真实的。

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

是的。一个将真实严密包裹于文字牢笼中的故事，而非必然使人灼伤的赤裸真相。

Give it a body, again.

再次赋予他身体。

Yes. Player...

好的，玩家……

Use its name.

以名字称呼他。

[Playername]. Player of games.

游戏的玩家，[玩家名称]。

Good.

很好。

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

呼吸。继续呼吸。感受空气充盈你的肺叶。感受你的四肢回归。对，动动你的手指。在重力下，在空气中，重获躯体。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你身体的每一寸又在接触宇宙了，仿佛你们是分离的存在。仿佛你我是分离的存在。

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。先祖的英灵，动物的魂魄。神祇。鬼魂。绿叶人。而后是神明，恶魔。天使。骚灵。外星人，地外生物。轻子，夸克。说法不断变化。我们始终如一。

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

我们是宇宙。我们是一切你认为出离你本体的事物。你现在透过肌肤与双眼注视着我们。而为什么宇宙要触摸你，用光照亮你？是为了看见你，玩家。是为了了解你。还为了被你了解。我该向你讲述故事了。

Once upon a time, there was a player.

很久以前，有一个玩家。

The player was you, [Playername].

那玩家就是你，[玩家名称]。

and the universe said I love you

宇宙说，我爱你

and the universe said you have played the game well

宇宙说，你精通这个游戏

and the universe said everything you need is within you

宇宙说，你所需的一切你都具有

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

宇宙说，你比你所知的要强大

and the universe said you are the daylight

宇宙说，你就是白昼

and the universe said you are the night

宇宙说，你就是黑夜

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

宇宙说，你所斗争的黑暗就在你心中

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

宇宙说，你所追寻的光明就在你心中

and the universe said you are not alone

宇宙说，你并非孤身一人

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

宇宙说，你并非与万物隔绝

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

宇宙说，你就是宇宙本身，品尝着自己，对自己说话，阅读着自己的代码

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

宇宙说，我爱你因为你就是爱。

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

曲终人散，黄粱一梦。玩家开始了新的梦境。玩家再次做起了梦，更好的梦。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是爱。