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- The End Poem is Minecraft's Ending, written by Julian Gough. After over a decade of playing Minecraft, I finally read the End Poem, and it was life changing. I made this video to share my own thoughts on it (3 Life Lessons and Morals I learnt) and to change the lives of others too.
Big thank you to my brother @kingsleyxmc3459, sister @tar0breqd for making this video's visuals possible :)
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i once went through the entire minecraft credits without scrolling it manually
it took a whole hour.
That's crazy 😂
For we see, for we breath
For we touch, for we hear
For we live in a reality of our own sensical imagination
Bounded by the nothing but yet something for many
A classical illusion portrayed from ones and zeros
For not we now, but You...
The reality you create with your own very mind
A land of your own imagination, A land free from the constraints of reality
You see, you breath
You touch, you hear but now...
You imagine
this man is so underrated!!!!
Thanks man!!!!
thanks marcus, editing is fire as usual. this video really let me open my eyes.
Highly unrated
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your really fascinating my man
I'm happy to see you chasing your goals
Thanks man, just doing what I love :)
only 176 likes? this video istg may have changed my way of thinking -- and its from a minecraft poem that we've had all along.
This is a beauty of a video, I'm currently 20 and mostly behind in most things I feel like I should be ahead in. Creating content to just generally entertain the masses has something I've wanted to pursue on and off and somedays I just don't want to edit or record a voiceover because I go "gahh cringe" or just start thinking this won't really amount to much and I should prioritize youtube less and less and more school related things In my down time. I've failed subjects before even currently repeating one, so I am freaking terrified of whatever is In store for my future. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you genuinely thank you for making this video.
Keep going man, I wish you all the best 🙂
I keep finding myself returning to this gem of a video, its moving and so so well made!! It's amazing how well you visually express the meanings and feelings you've found both within life and within the end poem. The writing is so well-balanced too, you've nailed just the right mix of levity and gravity to make it work! It's a loveletter to Minecraft, to yourself, and to all those who create and dream; thank you so much for making this video
Thank you so much for your kind words :)
fascinating perception of the end poem, as ur friend im glad you found your dream and something you enjoy doing in youtube, hope you succeed ongoingly!
Thanks Stan :)
Keep the grind up man follow your dream
As a middle schooler, this is just what I needed to hear. Thank you man keep up the good work keep doing what you do because you’re making an impact.
Thanks man, will do :) Wish you all the best for chasing your own dreams too!
This was such a good video man! I hope to see more uploads from you because this was absolutely amazing.
So glad you loved it :) new videos will be up on a new channel soon, should be uploaded by late june or early july! (New channel link will be shared later on)
Also, the videos will be themed around minecraft nostalgia, slightly different than a theme like this🙂
Thank you
Glad you enjoyed :)
Most underrated Minecraft TH-camr like you work harder the. Most people on TH-cam yet TH-cam shows them love and you only a little love. Wish you the best
Thanks for all your kind words :)
incredibly deep video marcus, once again coming out with more criminally underrated content! its nice of you to show others your journey and hardwork and im sure you’ve inspired many from around the globe!!!👍👍cant wait for the next one!
Thanks for your kind words Jeff :) means a lot 😁
This video is much much deeper then I thought it would be.....
Hope you won't stop chaseing your dreams and we'll just wait for the algorithm to find you
Honestly, I thought the exact same when writing my script (which took about 4 rewrites this time, 1 less! Improvement!)
And thanks man, I'll always keep going 😃! Wish you the best for you chasing your dreams too :)
Thank you when I discovered Minecraft the poem really helped me my childhood dream was TH-cam two 7 years here I am after overthinking worrying but I just try sometimes I feel like maybe it is just a dream you're just having but I feel it I know it's possible and I do feel lost my youngr self my insecure teen self and my current older self is at a battle trying to fulfill my vision and this really helped
Edit I feel heard and understood like someone finally said what I couldn't put into words I really resonate with the journey because we are on similar paths feeling the same thing and I feel less alone I feel like am trying to fulfill a dream a dream that wakes into a third and I am living life I am alive dreaming and am so grateful to find people And this is my sign i am heard
Never give up on your dream
goated video. the algorithm did u dirty ;-;
Another banger video Marcus, excellent work
Thanks man 😃
Your videos are insane bro, i dont understand why you are not more popular, keep pushing 😎
I appreciate that!😁
You’ve earned my sub, you deserve it
End poem: go touch some grass now
Ur basically our life teacher
Good job keep going maybe ur going to be the succesor of stampy
glad you enjoyed :)
loving this qualityy - keep it up
Will do man! Happy you enjoy my videos :)
i love your vids i watched them since you had just 270 subscribers continue
Thanks for your support man :) i am going to shift my long videos to a new channel soon though, posting the link after my finals!
@@marcusmcshorts oh, i can't wait to watch some more of your content!
Pls man don't quit TH-cam i love your video i was following you for 3 years
I would never quit :)
This is an amazing video. just amazing and made by a 15 year old? Impressive that youve gotten so far already
Thanks for all your kind words man 😃
Let's Gooooo Hes Back!!!!!!
Ur super underrated, this needs. 100k views :D
I like this video more than several millions views ticktok.
I am just a boy who is curious about the impressiveness of everything and this video assisted me trying to figure out things.
There is a lot more we don't know. We need to learn more.
Happy you enjoyed man :)
The poem is also about the lore Minecraft has that js hidden
Oh really? That's pretty cool
@@marcusmcshorts well from what MatPat theorize he made a whole timeline video about it but also this poem is something that could be a thing in real life
AMAZING VIDEO AS ALLWAYS!!!!!!
THANKS MAN!!!!!! :D
i love u marcusmc
I love u marcusmc
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Nice video
Thanks man
I see the player you mean.
Player?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
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.
What did this player dream?
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.
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?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of
the OżÉrh, and created a XÞŮ)I for Łžuwö, in the eăÞĄI.
It cannot read that thought.
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.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
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.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
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.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely ů7ÀAn and ñfÍvČ, I wish to tell them that they are yÄÀüž in the űêÜöU. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent
them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player…
Use its name.
Player
Good.
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.
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.
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.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
Player
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by…
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”.
Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”.
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words…
Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breath faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
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.
You are the player.
Wake up.
Yes that is what this video is about thanks
Nice
Nice
Good video
Glad you enjoyed!
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Bro wan will ski factory part 2 come 😅😅😅 ❤❤❤
Sorry to let you down man, but as for now, it's discontinued. You can read my latest community post for more info