Play as Being 38

• In Second Life, I would often wander round thinking, "How many prims in that building or object? How did they build it?" Later I might try and emulate it. Then I would find myself looking around in Real Life and doing something similar, thinking, "If I were to build a replica of that object in Second Life, what prims and textures would I use?"
  
  Today I thought something else. I walked to my car and it felt that I was walking on a landscape of real prims. I could feel their hollowness and, as I drove, I wondered at the repertoire of prims that Being used to present that appearance. It was like a secret discovery, unmasking the perpetrator behind a huge fraud, and yet being able to share silently in the joke.


• I feel a lightness and poise, as though I could sweep my hand gracefully across my computer screen and it could pass right through, as though the molecules of one could dissolve into the other with no beginning, end or separation. Instead, I choose convention, and sip from what I choose to believe is a cup of ice cold water. So refreshing!