Let me introduce to you my lovely husband David as guest post today. Lover of all things intellectual and always up for a good round of candy crush I love this man with all my heart. This topic is something we have long discussed into the wee nights and bleary eyed over morning coffee so it touched me deeply to see these thoughts be set to pen. Enjoy and sojourn on!
The Candy Crush Chronicles
Life, Philosophy and Candy Crush
When alas you are all out of Hope…
Know Thyself. There is no greater aphorism nor quest one could endeavor. Socrates obsessed to this end and I in turn am left only with thoughts and musings on Candy Crush (now referred to as The Game, much of the way Thomas referred to Aristotle, The Philosopher). What can one learn through navigating its sweet waters? I must confess, for me it started out as a simple (desperate) plea to escape the throws of life. Actually I believe my wife first introduced it to me, “the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it (Gen. 3:6-7). Today one motto echoes through the halls of our home, “such is candy crush.” A life lived fully is a life that has experienced the blows (or bombs) and the accolades (boasting one’s score across the world via Facebook) of The Game, for those prudent types this post may not be for you, you really won’t understand.
As this is my first reflection waxing eloquent on The Game I thought it appropriate to feature the element I most enjoy. Without a doubt, The Game offers much more than people seem to realize. It can if pondered long enough, account for what the Germans construct as a type of Weltanschauung (a lens to view the world).
The Game could get downright ugly. Throw equality out the window, (whoever programed these diabolical algorithms anyway) it is a fact of life that some get dealt a shoddy hand. So we start off behind the eight ball trying to make the most of the situation and we endure, we persevere, we will not let it beat us (though it often does), we’re wearing thin, but we will carry on to the end and then it happens. In the most unlikely of moments, it happens (did I mention I play for this). The number of moves continues to tick away, much like stones under rushing water and we still have those jellies to contend. Forget about the three stars, though it is much sweeter when it happens this way, I am on my last life, my last leg, last move, no room for error, back’s against the wall and it happens. The light breaks through; I see clearly, I can breath again. “Sugar Crush” and all is well. It didn’t have to end this way, many times it doesn’t (and I mean many) but it did.
What astonishes me most is that it had nothing to do with my cleverness, stratagem, or charm, it just was. Tolkien calls it “eucatastrophe” and it is an important lesson we must all learn. When all hope fails, the Hope bringer trespasses into the story. Have you seen this? It happens quite often if you know how to see. To the Greeks muthos (myth) was a true story, a story that unveils the true origin of the world and human beings. We’ve got it all wrong when we try to dispel it. Stories like Sleeping Beauty, Frodo and Sam, Edmund and Eustace really do happen. But Tolkien says, “The Resurrection was the greatest ‘eucatastrophe’ possible in the greatest Fairy Story — and produces that essential emotion: Christian joy which produces tears because it is qualitatively so like sorrow, because it comes from those places where Joy and Sorrow are at one, reconciled, as selfishness and altruism are lost in Love.” The best part about the Fairy Tale is that we are living it. Christ turned to Satan when all was lost, abducted his greatest weapon and stung him at high noon. We were not present, but we are the beneficiary’s.
So when all is said and done there is Hope in this madness, there is a telos to life and this is something all great philosophers boast. Though we are hurling towards an unavoidable collision course with Andromeda or dehydration as the sun’s luminosity grows, I propose a “eucatastrophe” will pluck us up long before, though I am unclear how this will happen, I imagine it will be dark and that we will be at our wits end. Then he will break through, the rightful King (not to be mistaken for King Ltd., the manufacture of Candy Crush, though very ironic) shall return. The Game may be quite aeviternal (has anyone managed to beat this endless game yet?), but so are we the Hope Filled.
By David Euans