The Drive behind the Ratchets

The Drive behind the Ratchets

Please excuse me for making this post at such a late hour; all my inspiration comes when I have to do something I don’t want to do (sleep, assignment, school), and my mind reaches out, contemplating the mysteries of the mind, the universe, and the laws of nature. Why do I do so at these useless times? That’s another post, The Law of Opposition/Seperation, but I’ll explain that at another time. I got up so I could write this before I forgot it by the morning like I usually do for all my intelligent ideas.

I present here what drives me. Should I be an intricate design of gears, pulleys, switches, batteries and ratchets, I can now explain to you the engine of myself, the reaction that powers me, the force that drives me.

Lying down, failing to achieve shut down protocol (sleep people), I was thinking as usual, and my world of thought spat out this: I believe that everyone is driven by a single desire, or maybe one or two.

You may oppose this. You are probably going “what about the need/desire to eat? To socialize? To (putting it bluntly here) reproduce?” These are bodily desires in my opinion. Identical and found in all standard version 93.23 humans. The human engine however, can differ from you and me.

After reviewing my habits, I believe that the deepest level of my desire is to experience stories.

I’ll explain: I’m an obsessive game player. I love playing through games, and playing online. This is in accordance to my desire to “experience stories”. Don’t see the connection? Most games have a single player campaign. The ones I enjoy are superbly done, pleasing me with the graphics, the sound/music, and most important of all, the story. The game itself. The story develops every time I move my character. A good story is immersive, drawing you in, making you believe it, experience it. Interruptions extract you to the real world in a most unpleasant way. Books can deliver this. Books are the definition of a story. However, they can only be experienced once, until forgotten, then they can be re-read. Games last longer, as different routes can be taken, things can happen. Multiplayer is extreme replay ability. Yet books are the ones that provide the best quality. Soo immersive. A new book satisfies my primary drive perfectly. I’m an even more obsessive reader than gamer.

If you’ve analyzed my way of thinking properly, and tried arranging your own ratchets and gears in a similar fashion, you’ll see my next statement/conclusion before I say it.

There is a battery that cranks over my engine/drive to experience stories. That battery is the almost unquenchable desire to experience originality.