C418 - Alpha (Slowed & Reverb)

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[@PeliPeliPeliPeliPeliPeliPeli]

These songs… They aren’t just sound. They’re stories. Stories written to everyone’s lives. While all these stories are very different… They’re all connected.

[@Gilbrage]

"...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..."

[@lnact1ve]

"for every person that places their last block, a new person places their first."

[@MrSlippin]

The garden is your mind, the attention is the water, and seeds are the thoughts. Water the good fruitful seeds to have a beautiful garden, in this process you will find weeds growing trying to overgrow the beautiful plants, you have to pull the weeds out, you may have some bad plants that you need to do the same with, just replant good seeds. You may find yourself in a destroyed garden, clean it up and make it beautiful, don't do it for anyone else but you, and live your life. Everything in life is a lesson in one way or another, learn from them and grow. Remember, you can only control yourself, don't try to control things that are uncontrollable.

[@UlisesSegovia-j3j]

De las mejores moralejas y ejemplos que he visto y leído.

[@Imscaredthereisyak]

on the day of my grandfather’s death, this was recommended to me. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how. But this song changed me. Minecraft changed me. I know that sounds really corny and stupid, but it’s true. This song now holds an important place in my heart. miss you grandpa.

[@marselo4852]

minecraft movie will never feel like this

[@Gilbrage]

13:35 is my personal favorite. I can imagine snowfall as the sun rises to the east. A bed of rose flowers. Embracing the sun's warmth...

[@Guitarlegend845]

It was a Pleasure to share this part of my life with all of you guys... Because all of us got through the same moments while playing this beautiful game.

[@justsomeslimewithoutalife8500]

I often look back in my life, back to times when life seemed simpler, more colorful, and mysterious. "How Nostalgic it was" was what I always think, but why? Why must it be nostalgic? Did things turn chaotic? What changed for it to become such? Well, I don't know. My guess is that at some point I just grew up. We grew up. Friends are nice aren't they? First, we were talking in class, then we ate lunches, and when we got home, we would play games, outside or inside. Days would fly by just like that. We were in middle school, then in high school, in college, and we slowly drifted away from what it seemed as we moved on chasing our own dreams. What went wrong then? Truth be told, I don't actually think life ever went wrong. Every step we take in life, as we grow, is what makes this journey interesting. So as I look back again, it wasn't that something went wrong. I was simply fond of those memories. That is why it feels nostalgic, not because life has gotten harder, but because those memories are when we discovered something new, before growing fond of it. And leaving them behind feels hard. Sure, life will get harder as you move forward. Though there isn't a point in standing still. For every new door you open, and every old door you close behind, someone else will come along one day, and reopen that same door, maybe even walk down the same path that you will inevitably take. I love Minecraft. It shaped my childhood and led me to become the person I am today. I don't think the game has changed, I don't think it has become chaotic. The only thing that has changed is us. We grew up. It's time to leave it behind, close that door. For there are new doors that we have yet to open. It's a beautiful world out here, and we have yet to see it all. Drink Lemonade. It's good for you.

[@Eid.Q88]

But that doesn't mean we should forget about the memories and experiences we had in Minecraft. It will always hold a special place in our hearts. As we move forward, we should cherish the lessons we learned and the friendships we made while playing the game. It's time to embark on new adventures and explore new possibilities, but we can always look back fondly on the time we spent in the blocky world that shaped us.

[@TheScripterLad]

A game and its nostalgic music that can bring everyone together, no matter the circumstances :) We're getting older lads.

[@elediaonyoutube]

omg I was listening at this as a background sound while doing my work and I didnt realize it was Alpha even though I listened just before.

[@Texan8505]

And the Universe said I love you.

[@asmodeus-r9k]

because you are love…

[@Nate-139]

Peak

[@RealOaky]

nostalgic

[@THECRUSADER024]

The only game developers I love. Simple game. With a lot of love. Simply perfect❤

[@agatha_6a]

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 XXXXXX, and created a XXXXX for XXXXX, in the XXXXX. 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 XXXX and XXXXXX, I wish to tell them that they are XXXXX in the XXXX. 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 kilometers 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 breathe faster and deeper and realized 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.

[@slaughtermachine17]

minecraft never gonna be the same

[@Gilbrage]

Each update? Every new snapshot? It has never been the same...

[@SunnyExoreus]

Hey yall, I never. Never comment on videos, Just because I see no reason for it. But I just need to get this out, I was lied too and manipulated by a girl I truly loved, Which, She never loved me back. Its tough, But I keep going. If its not for me, Its for my best bros, They're the entire reason Im here. Its just, I feel the pain still, And yet I dont like her no more, But that pain. Its still here, I know this might be cringe, But whatever. I need to get this out, And my only safe place I know is youtube.

[@DuckNDuckie]

yo bro i feel you hard....

[@jessieevely3268]

Cringe or not im glad that you feel you have atleast somewhere to let out your feelings. It’s far better than bottling them up. I hope that in the future you’re able to find someone who loves you for who you truely are, and dosent just manipulate you. You deserved far far better than that. And i dont even know you, yet i I know the feeling of being lied to by someone you love or care for. It sucks. But i hope it gets better for you in the future!

[@SunnyExoreus]

@@jessieevely3268 Thank you damn much dude, We may be strangers to each other but it still feels so good to just at least know someone understands this, Thank you, Seriously

[@jessieevely3268]

@@SunnyExoreus your welcome, and i really do mean it when i say i hope things get better for you in the future! because i know what your going through sucks, but tha'ts what people like us are here for, to make things better, even if it is by some message over the internet.

[@Waryfuls]

_ah shit, here we go again_

[@relzzz101]

thank you for this

[@Maksimlevykin]

12:20 ❤❤❤

[@minecraftr298]

100th sub, there you go bud :)

[@евгенвег]

это станет классикой в будущем

[@IoannJWazir]

Согласен

[@tydino101]

cannot beleive i sat and listened to this for almost half a half an hour... nut iot'as beutiful though! but i must stop, but nope i'm watching it again. but theres nothing to watch, i'm still gunna try though. but you cannot. but i am. no, your not theres nothing to watch it's just music. you don't see what i see, where you see a simple song a see a masterpeice, and all masterpeices should be watched as long as thhey can be. and why is that what you say. because one day i won't be anle to it'll be gone and i wont see it ever again and as my memory fades and gets blurry at least i'll know i'm the last to remember.

[@tydino101]

hope yall like my story between two people and their conversation.

[@Pelmeshik25]

10:16- 12:12 amazing

[@евгенвег]

good night.

[@tommycool994]

Hey guys, I hope you are fine. I wanted to ask you something, because I fell kinda down. I know a girl who I really really like. And I want to tell her that like 6 months ago. What should I tell her? Best wishes, Tommy

[@grimsim2673]

Tell her bro. If she says no, don't speak to her again. If she says yes, then enjoy your relationship with her. Either way, remember to always improve yourself and never let any woman control you or use you in any way Best Wishes and Good luck! Dominik,

[@Gilbrage]

Tommy, go for it. Make sure you say it in person. Either you do it, or you think on this moment years down the line to why you never told her. Take this precious moment, and tell her. Worst she can say is no. Regardless you'll have closure...

[@tommycool994]

Dear@@Gilbrage , I told her but she just laughed at me. She said I wasn't serious. I thought she was the one... I told her everything.

[@nplayer9564]

@@tommycool994 it is ok man , i can understand you.. i loved one girl for more than a two years even tho i was a child with age , i really felt a lot , she got upset after i confessed.. i dont want someone to feel the same , you should confess your feelings soon you made a right choice , love blinds us often , you may say that she is my person as i did but i assure you , nothing goes as planed so be prepared and just get on with it , if you will be yourself and respect yourself at first place ( after parents ) you will get what you deserve , someone will surely emerge in your life , just do not give up and be positive man we are with you

[@Gilbrage]

⁠​⁠@@tommycool994You poor soul. Im truely sorry. I was once young and wanted to show my personal feelings towards this special person of mine. Back in 2020 (before the pandemic around Janurary) I met this girl in a sailing club. We would literatly go on boats and "enjoy the view" together amongst a group of friends. As the months progress (towards March) I decided to tell her how I felt towards her. We were very close. Telling secrets and stuff like that was fairly normal. She was shocked and laughed it off. As if i said that in a joke. It was pretty embarrasing for lil ol' me. It hurt like hell of course. Messed with my self esteem. It was the first girl I ever told my feelings to. Mind you that I was with the group of friends in that sailing club. Some people laughed it off, but some was just shocked aswell. Things became arkward. I wanted to see her and still talk to her. She wanted the opposite. When the pandemic hit, we went online via "slack" (a discord for buisness basically.) I found her through there and we still chatted. As time went on, we chatted everyday. As we got busy, we would talk for an hour. As we have more responsibilities, we talked for atleast 5 mins. Conversations slowly get shorter, and more aggressive. I always wanted to change that feeling in her heart so I can win her over. Even as far as apologizing for reaching out. It came to the point where she simply "dont want to talk to me anymore", and blocked me. I was very clingy to her and was in a dark spot in my life. I grew depressed for years. Wanted to feel loved again. Tried to fill that gap in the voidless pit I have in myself. One thing I regret was telling her how I felt. Another is reaching out to her... Love is blind. Love hurts. Humans hurt. Always find the light in your heart. And be a better person than you are. Never give up on the things you truely love. They give up on you... Only those who truely accept that love value you as a being. Without value, love is just a feeling that can be ignored...

[@Lionliev3]

Sadness is truth, and truth is an illusion.

[@preeminentmogul]

hapines is the truth

[@Gilbrage]

Unknowing bliss in the happiness

[@Nate-139]

Its peak