Showing posts with label Paradise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paradise. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Your World... Your Imagination





Linden Labs' own description of Second Life is: 'Your World. Your Imagination.' Well, I suppose it is, to some extent, but only insofar as you actually are able to create or find the expression of your own dreams and imagination in the creations of others.

More than 'Your World. Your Imagination', Second Life really is a sort of open-ended, ongoing cross between an international performance piece and a 'Happening', to use the old Hippy term. Apart from that, though, there is a truly ugly aspect to Second Life in the form of land investment and a kind of factory-processed vision of 'paradise' proliferating across the grid in endless stretches of identical beach lots with their cabanas and requisite palm trees.

With that, one finds huge stretches of oceanfront property that has been acquired by some one or some group solely for the purpose of investment. No building, no form of creative expression, no visible sign of tenancy often, apart from a single unattractive sign rather like 'Killroy was Here' to show that so-and-so owns the land. Neither for sale nor for enjoyment, the land is not being used in any sense of the word. It is a purchase solely 'for investment purposes', one of the most hideous concepts humanity ever created.

When it is 'Your World. Your Imagination' and all you can think of doing is buying beautiful pristine oceanfront land in order to prevent some one else from using or enjoying it, that is the saddest comment on human aspirations that I could imagine.
It is a very natural extension of the capitalist mentality, I suppose. Free enterprise cares nothing for the best use of natural or artificial resources. Collect warehouses filled with coffee or sugar and let them rot or send them up in flames if it will raise prices somewhere and you can cash in on the shortage...

Somehow, one had hoped that virtual reality would represent a more idealistic side of human nature, but in fact, William Gibson had a clearer view in his futuristic novels. It is amazing to me, reading a book like 'Necromancer' now, how prophetic his visions were. Nor did he foresee a more evolved humanity in spiritual terms. Whether grown in a vat or developed naturally in a woman's womb, mankind possesses the same innate flaws and selfishness. Even artificial constructs in the form of AIs are subject to the same tunnel vision that allows total disregard of the philosophy of the best for the most, reducing ambition to 'the best for me whatever the cost to others'.

In all fairness, the world of Second Life contains many marvelous artists and creators who construct fabulous places of great beauty and wonder and who keep them open for the enjoyment of every one. Having been ill recently and unable to enjoy virtual reality any more than actual reality, I returned to Second Life a little idealistic perhaps. I flew along the shoreline, hoping to revel in an endless expanse of sea and sky... but found mainly evidence of land speculation devoid of any artistic or creative meaning or intent. As I continued to explore land mass after land mass, I was dismayed by the vast number of lots that had been purchased but never used, never enjoyed by their owners.

The problem here is that Second Life is not one individual's world. It is shared by every resident. There isn't an unlimited amount of shoreline in Second Life any more than there is in our world and in fact, that is precisely what prompts these land speculators to purchase beachfront lots. In doing so, however, they weaken the very fabric of the world aesthetically and socially.

To me, the speculators who rent small, identical lots of beachfront property, each with a cabana and palm tree, are distressing in a different way. Is Paradise devoid of individuality? Is it that easily bought and sold? Those lots make me shudder. The condominium mentality that places all mod-cons at your disposal as long as you conform to the regulations, never planting a tree or flower that would smack of individualism to me represents a sort of hell. In a way, I would rather own a small lot in the slums of SL, if I have the power to erect whatever structure my fevered brain might conceive or plant whatever I like on that spot... I have to admit that I long to have a small section of true oceanfront land, but that may be out of reach of my economic power even in the virtual reality of Second Life.

'Your World. Your Imagination'... Ah yes, but it seems that even in a world where there are limitless possibilities in creative terms, the majority is happier to rent a tiny lot with a pre-fabricated hut and palm trees than to go to the trouble of actually creating anything unique. To each his/her own, of course, and there is nothing wrong with that, as long as the entire world does not become one enormous realty business with no room for the small individualistic landowner.

What does upset me tremendously is the amount of obvious land speculation that occurs in a virtual reality. The idea of sitting on land that could give happiness to others simply with a view to turning a profit is sad. The Lindens act as gods of Second Life in so many ways. Surely they could intervene to prevent unjust monopolisation of land or ownership of land beyond a specific time period if the owner fails to use it at all. There could be regulations prohibiting advertisements above a certain height or size. Sad to say, though, profit motivates Second Life as much as creativity. Perhaps there can be no true Paradise under human control, whether real or virtual.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Paradise and Trust




I posted some photographs of flowers and musings upon my own state of mind. Now I ask: Why should pain and struggle be glorified by any one (including myself) over simple contentment?

It is amazing how much our own personal experiences define our emotions. It now seems to me that there was a rather 'Gothic' attitude in my responses to plants and landscapes. Perhaps I shall learn to be at home in Paradise after all...

As a young girl, I thought that tropical island fantasies were too seductive. The Viking influence in me called for a more difficult road, a steep and perilous path that, should determination be stronger than discouragement, one day would lead to the highest point between Heaven and Earth.

Is it possible for a person simply to accept a gift of life when it is magnificant and utterly perfect? Experience often makes us distrust a trap when a desire is too seductive, when every element appears to conspire to offer our secret heart's desire.

In that complexity alone, one can create a maze of misery. Trust and faith ultimately must triumph or happiness, even if it were a reality, is soon refashioned into illusion by a doubting mind.

Although this is not my French music page, I feel that a song by Charles Aznavour would be apt at this point:



'Emmenez-Moi' by Charles Aznavour

Vers les docks où le poids et l'ennui
Me courbent le dos
Ils arrivent le ventre alourdi
De fruits les bateaux

Ils viennent du bout du monde
Apportant avec eux
Des idées vagabondes
Aux reflets de ciels bleus
De mirages

Traînant un parfum poivré
De pays inconnus
Et d'éternels étés
Où l'on vit presque nus
Sur les plages

Moi qui n'ai connu toute ma vie
Que le ciel du nord
J'aimerais débarbouiller ce gris
En virant de bord


Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

Dans les bars à la tombée du jour
Avec les marins
Quand on parle de filles et d'amour
Un verre à la main

Je perds la notion des choses
Et soudain ma pensée
M'enlève et me dépose
Un merveilleux été
Sur la grève

Où je vois tendant les bras
L'amour qui comme un fou
Court au devant de moi
Et je me pends au cou
De mon rêve

Quand les bars ferment, que les marins
Rejoignent leur bord
Moi je rêve encore jusqu'au matin
Debout sur le port


Un beau jour sur un rafiot craquant
De la coque au pont
Pour partir je travaillerais dans
La soute à charbon

Prenant la route qui mène
A mes rêves d'enfant
Sur des îles lointaines
Où rien n'est important
Que de vivre

Où les filles alanguies
Vous ravissent le cœur
En tressant m'a t'on dit
De ces colliers de fleurs
Qui enivrent

Je fuirais laissant là mon passé
Sans aucun remords
Sans bagage et le cœur libéré
En chantant très fort.

The lyrics really embody the Epicurian philosophy and the attitude of living for the day, but it was the refrain and not the body of the song that occurred to me here:


'Take me to the edge of the earth, take me to marvelous countries.' If 'misery is less painful in the sunshine', then surely happiness would be magnified in the same conditions!