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This will be told in a very merry-go-round style so hold on to your wooden horses.

I tried to play a couple of games a few months ago.  I tried to play ARGs (Alternate Reality Games).  The whole idea struck me as bizarre.  It wasn’t the whole pretending to be someone you aren’t.  Sometimes it’s fun to play dress up.  After all, I’m not a super quadruple agent in real life.  At least, not to the NSA’s knowledge.  I digress.  What I found strange was the idea that someone must prove his or her worth to receive some secret knowledge. 

I know.  I know.  It’s just a game.  It’s a way to create mystery.  It’s a puzzle.

Still, it was unnerving.  This feeling was mostly caused by my inability to know what the game running people wanted.  I don’t function that way.  There are thousands of possibilities to get an answer.  There are a million ways to fix a problem.   But unless you find that specific phrase that one person holds in the prefontal cortex you will not be considered worthy of receiving the big secret.  So, I continually failed to prove myself worthy of the games.

I also fail to see the hidden pictures.  I don’t know if that is part of the lack of puzzle ability or a problem for my optometrist.  And I am side-tracked again.

Like all exclusive clubs, there are some who just won’t make the cut.  There are some who aren’t special.  Those who are special rub it in and the game makers harass you for not being able to see whatever it is that the others see.  It’s a breeding ground for condescension.  “Is that what you think?  How trite.  How quaint.  Aren’t you just the cutest little thing.”

I started to think about how different that is from how from God’s Word.  I began to think of how different that is from the mercy Christ showed to all creation.  No.  You aren’t worthy of it but it is freely given.  You aren’t capable of seeing the big picture but God has plainly revealed the secret anyway.

I decided to bring that thought into my vision for this site.  Anything I have to say will be said.  In the off chance I make a weird puzzle thing don’t think too much about it.  There is no secret behind anything that I would refuse to tell you.  I don’t care if you think like me.  I don’t care if you see what I see in man-made objects.  Just be who you are and think the way you think.

I realize I didn’t tell you anything about anything.  Still, I wanted to write what I wrote.  If I think of anything more appropriate then I will tell you that.

– Jessica