In The Garden Living an RPG Life

I don’t play video games so this Second Life thing is as much a game as anything else seems to be.  The difference is that the game I’m playing is still my life.  Interesting.  I spend more time among spirit workers than I do among partyers, though.  I’ve taken a couple of classes.  I’ve also had a really deep relaxation.  These are not the kinds of things one might find in a video game.  Why not?  What would such a game be like?  Why isn’t there such a game?  Of course, it’s because the economics don’t support it.  What if?

I’m still not sure about my voyage into Second Life. It’s a little too familiar already. It too much mirrors my own waking dream states. The beauty is that I can visit with friends there. Friends I’ve made in other places on the internet. This means that there is not such a stretch between one form of visiting and another. In one world, I am chatting through text. In another I am chatting through speech because I’m on Skype. In the third world, the one of Second Life, I’m doing both and watching it while it happens. I seem real.