Pac-Man needs no explanation. It's a relatively simple game, one any novice can play with out much instruction. It almost seems instinctual. But imagine if instead of playing the game from the traditional perspective, you had to play Pac-Man from a first person perspective? Even Billy Mitchell would have trouble adjusting to this shift in perspective. Well, maybe not Billy Mitchell.
For the average player, this new perspective would turn a relatively simple game into an incredibly complicated one. The position of the ghosts would be unknown, and just trying to keep track of your location, how many dots remain, and where remaining dots are would make clearing level one a minor miracle. But with time and practice, success doesn't seem impossible.
What does seem impossible is this: imagine if you had never played Pac-Man before, never knew the goals or rules, and were asked to jump in blindly to the first person perspective version of the game. How long would it take for you to figure out what the hell was going on? Would you automatically assume that the red colored dude was trying to kill you? How would you know that you could kill the flashing blue dudes? All of these elements could only be discovered after hours of trial and error, and many, many lives.
You might continue to eat the dots and gain higher and higher scores, but would the experience be any fun? What would compel anyone to continue to play this game? Maze of Death would seem like a better name than Pac-Man. It would take a very shrewd student of the game, playing many, many hours to ever notice certain patterns and clues that could lead them to acquiring the same knowledge and same success that a person playing from the traditional perspective has.
Ask yourself, if there was no one there to inform you, how long would it take you to realize:
1. There are only 4 ghosts, one of each color
2. There are only 4 flashing blue ghosts, and these are the same 4 different colored ghosts
3. There are only 4 super powered dots, which are the cause of the 4 ghosts to
change into flashing blue ghosts
4. You can kill flashing blue ghosts
5. The cherries that appear out of nowhere do nothing
6. Travelling through the open doorways are not an exit, they just transport you to the opposite side of the maze.
7?
8?
9?
This list can go on and on.
For those who grew up with Pac-Man, playing Pac-Man, it might be difficult to remove your own knowledge and truly appreciate just how complex a mystery this game would be for the uninitiated playing in the first person perspective. But placed into a different context, the differences in perspective are fairly simple to understand. Examine the differences between a God and his creation, or a Father and a Child.
Examine the differences between Jack Torrance and his son Danny:
Samuel Beckett wrote of James Joyce: "To Joyce reality was a paradigm, an illustration of a perhaps an unstatable rule…It is not a perception of order or of love; more humble than either of these, it is a perception of coincidence." Before we can comprehend reality, we must perceive it accurately, we must examine closely.
Upon closer examination, the apparent continuity error in the game of chess between HAL and Poole in 2001: A Space Odyssey was not an error, it was simply a bluff made by HAL to gauge the perception of Poole. This truth, although in plain sight, was buried by Kubrick, and would only be discovered by the majority of his audience until many years later. It appears Kubrick, like HAL, was also bluffing. Was it for the same reason HAL bluffed Poole? To gauge the perception of the audience? Sneaky bastard. Joel and Ethan Coen are a couple of sneaky bastards too.
There is nothing wrong with simply appreciating A Serious Man as a dark comedy, or enjoying 2001: A Space Odyssey as an epic special effects driven science-fiction film. But the Coen's are, as I said, sneaky bastards. And like Kubrick, they are offering us something much more profound than just a comedy.
In A Serious Man, Lawrence "Larry" Gopnik and Arthur Gopnik are brothers, who both involve themselves with extremely complex and intellectual exercises. One embodies the madness of artistic creation, the other the burden of proof.
The Mentaculus
Arthur is a lonely lumpy soul who spends his time gambling, lurking, and obsessively scribbling into print a work called The Mentaculus, a title that conveys a calculus of mentation. It is his "probability map of the universe", and is written in a language that seemingly only makes sense to Arthur. One quick glance and it looks as though poor Arthur is quite ill, mentally. Yet it reminds me of something else written in a language no one can seemingly understand….
James Joyce, one of the most highly respected artists of the 20th century, spent the last 17 years of his life working on what he called his Work In Progress, which eventually became Finnegans Wake. Finnegans Wake is a work of literature that makes absolutely no sense to 99% of the people who attempt to read it. The other 1% claim, rather loudly, that it is a work of genius. It would be a whole lot easier for the majority to dismiss this book if it weren't for the fact that so many intelligent and respected people populate the 1% who revere Finnegans Wake. What the hell do they know? What do they see that the rest of us can’t?
It is possible that The Mentaculus is Arthur’s Work In Progress. Unfortunately, Arthur is living in Minnesota in the 1960's, and cannot command the kind of audience that Joyce did. We don't even know if Arthur has ever allowed anyone else to read it. Ironically, he lives with the one person who might make sense of his masterpiece, his brother Larry.
Schröedinger's Cat
Larry is more successful than Arthur, he has a wife and two children, a career, and a solid social identity.
Larry is very intelligent, a Professor of Physics, and spends his time lecturing on the laws and theorems calculated by people even smarter than he, yet he remains the epitome of "those who can, do, those who can't, teach." Larry is shown lecturing on the Schröedingers Cat thought experiment, and it is a good reflection of Larry's life. Larry is both Teacher and Student, Married and Alone, Faithful and Faithless, Found and Lost. It all depends on the observer.
Schröedinger's cat is also a good reflection of the Standard Model of Quantum Physics at the moment, as it remains both Fact and Fiction. The calculations and equations of quantum physicists promise a unified theory of everything, an explanation for the existence of time, space, and the universe that we live and die in. The mathematical equations have promised that matter is composed of certain scientifically observable objects, the most important being the top quark, the bottom quark, the tau neutrino, and the Higgs Boson, So far the bottom quark (1977), the top quark (1995) and the tau neutrino (2000) have been discovered, just like the calculations have promised. But the Higgs Boson remains the elusive companion of this group, and is still referred to as the Hidden Variable. We can't claim the Standard Model to be fact until this is finally observed.
"In 1963, when I assigned the name "quark" to the fundamental constituents of the nucleon, I had the sound first, without the spelling, which could have been "kwork". Then, in one of my occasional perusals of Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce, I came across the word "quark" in the phrase "Three quarks for Muster Mark". Since "quark" (meaning, for one thing, the cry of the gull) was clearly intended to rhyme with "Mark", as well as "bark" and other such words, I had to find an excuse to pronounce it as "kwork". But the book represents the dream of a publican named Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker. Words in the text are typically drawn from several sources at once, like the "portmanteau" words in "Through the Looking-Glass". From time to time, phrases occur in the book that are partially determined by calls for drinks at the bar. I argued, therefore, that perhaps one of the multiple sources of the cry "Three quarks for Muster Mark" might be "Three quarts for Mister Mark", in which case the pronunciation "kwork" would not be totally unjustified. In any case, the number three fitted perfectly the way quarks occur in nature."
Murray Gell-Mann
Arthur and Larry (Art and Law), two very different brothers, are actually both searching for the same thing, the hidden variable to life, but all they have to show for in their search is loneliness and divorce. It is said that it is always darkest before the dawn, and for Arthur and Larry, it's getting pretty dark in Room 23 of the Jolly Roger Motel.
"Arthur, you've got to pull your self together"
"It's all shit Larry. It's all shit."
"Arthur don't use that word."
"It's just fucking shit."
"Arthur."
"Look at all that Hashem has given you. What has he given me? He hasn't given me shit."
"Arthur, what do I have? I live at the Jolly Roger"
"You have a family. You have a job. Hashem hasn't given me shit. He hasn't given me bubkes!"
"It's not fair to blame Hashem, Arthur. Please. Sometimes….please calm down. Sometimes you have to help yourself."
"Hashem hasn't given me shit. Now I can't even play cards."
We have two brothers embracing in the void of an empty swimming pool, lost in a world where Hashem, the divine God they were raised with, has abandoned them.
There is a message next to Arthur, (a sign?), that is painted on the concrete, a message that neither are paying attention to. The audience is most likely not paying attention to it either.
The message is never revealed completely, but commonsense tells us that 3 FT NO DIVING is painted on the concrete as a warning to those who would jump into the shallow pool. Nothing profound. But a knowledge of James Joyce and quantum physics is not a common sense, it is a rather uncommon sense, and in this scene, seen through a lens informed by Joyce and quantum physics, the perception of a very curious coincidence occurs.
James Joyce uses the symbol "Ǝ" in the architecture of Finnegans Wake to represent what the Buddhists call "void" and the Taoists call "wu-hsin" or NO MIND. This NO MIND represents the "class of all possible minds", meaning the aggregation of all possible minds. This mind does and does not exist, like that damn cat, and is best expressed in the paradoxical language of mystics and the mathematical equations of quantum physics. Robert Anton Wilson in his brilliant essays on Joyce equates Joyce's Ǝ with the Hidden Variable of quantum physics.
If we allow ourselves to fill in the missing letters through this lens, this message, written on the edge of a void, might be trying to say:
Ǝ
NO
DIVINE
WHY? Well, we have two brothers embracing each other, one a poor man's James Joyce, the other a poor man's Schröedinger, and both are lamenting their relationship to the divine. The message is both pessimistic (NO DIVINE = NO GOD) as well as optimistic ( Ǝ NO DIVINE = the Hidden Variable, the class of all things Divine is right by you!). The Coen's have planted a message that seemingly embraces both the pinnacles of artistic and mathematical expression, a message buried as deep as the bluff of HAL.
But do the Coen's believe that the message is the pessimistic one or the optimistic one?
There is a clue, another message buried somewhere else in the film, one that is more explicit even though it only appears for a brief second of screen time. If you are paying very close attention, I think the Coen's are very clear as to their answer, because it seems that the elusive companion of the quarks, the Hidden Variable of the Standard Model of quantum physics is as close to Arthur and Larry as the coincidental message painted in black by the side of the pool. It's right there in The Mentaculus.
Do you see the Celebrity or do you see the Student? Do you know the Answers or do you ask the Questions?
"Sometimes - well, let's say all times - things are changing. We are judged as human beings on how we treat our fellow human beings. How do you treat your fellow human beings? At night, just before sleep, as you lay by yourself in the dark, how do you feel about yourself? Are you proud of your behavior? Are you ashamed of your behavior? You know in your heart if you have hurt someone - you know. If you have hurt someone, don't wait another day before making things right. The world could break apart with sadness in the meantime."
Won't you tell me what all, when my soul comes off the shelf
Didn't I, oh, didn't I?
Peter Tork, Monkee
"We are imprisoned inside the linear assumption that I'm a person in a place, I'm alive, most people aren't - but in fact when you deconstruct all that, THAT is fiction - the truth is more an onrushing magma of literary association. The character of life is like a work of literature. We are told we are supposed to fit your experience in the model that science gives you - probabilistic, statistical, predictable - and yet the felt datum of experience is much more literary than that - we fall in love, we make and lose fortunes, we inherit mansions, we lose everything, we get terrible diseases, we're cured of them or we die of them - it has this "Sturm und Drang" aspect to it which physics is not supposed to have but literature always has. What I'm willing to entertain at some depth is the idea that salvation is somehow the act of encompassing comprehension, an act of apprehension of understanding and this act involves everything.
Somehow the career of the Word is the overarching metaphor of the age, and if the book is the central metaphor for reality then reality itself is seen as somehow literary, somehow textual, and I believe this is how reality was seen until the rise of modern science. Everyone assumes tools are tools and that's that, but for McLuhan the entire toolkit of modern Western man can be traced to the unconscious assumptions of print - for example - the idea of the individual is a post-medieval concept legitimized by print. The idea of the public, this concept did not exist before newspapers because before newspapers there was no public, only people, and rulers very rarely passed on their thinking and only then for utilitarian reasons. The idea of an observing citizenry somehow sharing the governance of society is a print-created idea... the idea of interchangeable parts without which our world would hardly function there would not be automobiles, aircrafts or modern buildings - that idea comes from the interchangeability of letters in a printer's block, the concept of easily reformulated sub-units. The linearity of modern city planning is an unconscious bias imbibed from the world of print - they make sense if you're a print-head, but one of the peculiar things is that animals do not possess language, many human societies do not possess writing and very few human societies invented printing and yet once invented it feeds back into the evolution of social structures and defines everything and yet it is an extraordinary artificiality. Reading is not looking, reading is an entirely different kind of behavior; nobody opens a book and looks at print, we READ print.
Notice that the world created by print is a world of gestalts - buildings, highways, bridges - we know how they're supposed to look, we don't experience astonishment each time we enter a home or institutional edifice. There is a built in set of syntactical expectations in linear space, and when those are violated this is very noticeable and becomes the basis for architectural or design innovation. All of the breakdown of linearity in the 20th century can be seen as new behaviors emerging as the cloud of print-constellated constipation is lifted."
Terence McKenna, monkey
Before I go further, you must decide whether or not you believe that there exists a physical and spiritual bondage that necessitates salvation. If you do not believe or have no life experience that suggests that such a condition blankets the human condition, than this whole blog probably seems a bit silly, and a bit fucked up. More power to you. I sometimes review what I have written here and laugh, secretly thinking that a cry for salvation is simply a symptom of weakness, fear, and sloth. But not as much as I used to.
If you have had life experiences that suggest that a physical and spiritual bondage does exist, or if you find yourself in a state of physical and spiritual bondage right now, salvation is our number one priority.
"The unconscious is not aware of its own
mortality"
Sigmund Freud
"The unconscious mind is aware of its own
immortality."
Aleister Crowley
What if physical death does not release us from bondage? What if good behavior and good deeds are not enough. What if prayer and devotion are not enough? What if money, fame, and the security of possessions only make us forget the task at hand? If Terence McKenna is correct, that salvation involves "the act of encompassing comprehension," then school is always in session. Every blind spot must be illuminated, every chicken accounted for. We cannot allow any informational monopolies, no Christian wisdom, Hebrew wisdom, Muslim wisdom, Sufi wisdom, scientific wisdom, occult wisdom, Republican wisdom, Democratic wisdom, ancient wisdom or modern wisdom. There can only be Human Wisdom, and the goal would be to access as much of this information as possible and then share, analyze, and interpret All and Everything in as many ways as possible, increasing all of our chances for salvation. We are all Detectives working on the same case.
"Find The Others"
Timothy Leary
For 17 years I've followed a trail of clues that have led me to read, listen, attend, endure, and experiment with just about EVERYTHING that promised a new source of information, a new clue towards the mystery of salvation. And from the start I scribbled my thoughts in school notebooks, napkins, the inside cover of books, envelopes, in a Moleskine or two, and finally over the last three years an official journal. I had entertained throughout the years of writing the next great American science-fiction novel, a Hollywood screenplay, or developing a stand-up routine. My intent was to transform my pain and suffering, my trials and tribulations, my notes and my gnosis into fortune and fame. Turn on, cash in, cop out.
But this is not the world I was born into, the world has changed. We are living in the Age of Information. With this blog, I AM writing a novel, I AM writing a screenplay, and I AM doing a stand-up routine. It's just all happening at the same time. And this melting pot of memories, observations, ideas, dreams, and feedback is available to anyone who stumbles upon it, from Japan to Belize to Germany to Arizona.
Not only is it available to read, it is open for global response. Anytime someone responds to these posts and adds a new idea, offers a correction or disagrees with anything, the informational content increases and we get closer and closer to our goal.
We must keep our eyes and ears wide open to the North, to the East, to the West, and to the South.
Blog Lady
"I carry a log - yes. Is it funny to you? It is not to me. Behind all things are reasons. Reasons can even explain the absurd. Do we have the time to learn the reasons behind the human being's varied behavior? I think not. Some take the time. Are they called detectives? Watch - and see what life teaches. "
