Si Nietzche, ang mga seremonya and That Dragon, Cancer game
Here’s a real mad man I-think-I’m-going-crazy idea. I think in the future a software will be developed for us to be able to empathize with each other more intensely (or maybe meron na nito). Parang Strange Days ni Bigelow but not as sinister. Take for example this “That Dragon, Cancer” game. I’m still not sure how it works but it tells the story of a father taking care of his little son who is battling cancer. Sa concept palang alam mo nang empathic ang mararamdaman ng manlalaro as opposed to the games where you mindlessly shoot down people or zombies. And I’m wondering how one can turn this concept into a TV show. The closest is the one I saw posted by Buzzfeed, the one where a newly married couple were made to look older. Ang ganda ng concept kasi they were given an idea that’s beyond their current reality. Naging eye-opener ‘yung experiment. Sana lang may show na ang benta ay “The Human Experience.” That lets us see beyond of what we know now. Hindi ‘yung Tyra Banks social experiment at poverty porn ha. I mean, lahat naman on TV right now tells our story but they --- well, we ---- are not just telling it well. Puwede bang mag-pitch ng isang 15 minute show na philosophical, a bit anthropological pero visceral ang effect?
Lately I’ve been thinking about death and love and sadness and how ceremonies allow us to move from grief to joy or to any emotion that heals our soul. I thought about this because I wasn’t able to say a proper goodbye to my dog Chichi. By the time I arrived at the clinic she was already wrapped up in plastic. I was never into ceremonies but I knew things would’ve been better had I said my goodbyes.
“He had lots of problems. He didn’t get along with his family. Women kept rejecting him. His books didn’t sell and when he was only 44 he had a mental breakdown precipitated by a horse in a Turin street being beaten by its driver and he ran over to embrace him: ‘I understand you!’ He never recovered and died 11 sad years later.”
Okay, I can’t get over this. First, because Alain de Botton’s (it is de Botton right?) delivery of the words: “He never recovered and died 11 sad years later” to me sounded like a punch line. And I love it. I love it when the punch line is unbearably tragic, so tragic you just have to laugh. I may need to read Nietzche very soon.