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    How to connect deeply with anyone (in 5 minutes)!!!!!!!!

    http://oliveremberton.com/2014/how-t...-in-5-minutes/


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    "Iím going to share a game with you. This game will reveal incredible things about whoever plays it; surprise, shock and delight complete strangers, and has kickstarted more friendships than I know how to count.

    Play along and youíll see.

    I want you to imagine a desert, stretching out as far as your eyes can see. In this desert is a cube.

    Your first task is to describe the cube. What does it look like? How large is it? What is it made of? Where exactly is it?

    There are no right answers here, only your answers. Take a moment before you continue Ė the detail is important.

    As you look at the desert and your cube, you notice there is also a ladder. Your second task (there are just five) is to describe the ladder. What is it made of? How big is it? Where is it, in relation to the cube?

    Now imagine that in the scene there is a horse. (Yes, horse. I didnít say this desert made sense). Your third task: describe the horse. Most importantly: where is the horse, and what is it doing? Where, if anywhere, is it going?

    Weíre nearly there now. In the scene before you are flowers. Your penultimate task: describe the flowers. How many are there? What do they look like? Where are they, in relation to the horse, cube, ladder and sand?

    Final question. In the desert there is a storm. Describe the storm. What type of storm is it? Is it near, or far? What direction is it headed? Does it affect the horse, flowers, cube or ladder?

    If youíve been playing along, this is going to be fun. If you didnít, I must warn you: the next part ruins your ability to play this game ever again. If you wonít want to ruin it forever, go back now. Trust me.

    Ready? Thereís no going back.











    The cube is yourself.

    The size is ostensibly your ego: a large cube means youíre pretty sure of yourself, a small cube less so.

    The vertical placement of the cube is how grounded you are. Resting on the sand? Youíre probably pretty down to earth. Floating in the sky? Your head is in the clouds.

    The cubeís material conveys how open you are: transparent cubes belong to transparent people, opaque cubes are more protective of their minds. Glowing? Youíre likely a positive person, who aims to raise the spirits of others. Made of granite? Youíre likely protective and resilient.

    The trick here is that when asked to describe a blank, abstract entity Ė a cube Ė your imagination will tend to project its own identity onto it. This trick is as old as time, but itís about to get more interesting.

    The ladder represents your friends.

    Are your friends leaning on the cube? Your friends depend on you, and are close. Is the ladder frail, or robust? Tall or short? Does it lead inside the cube? Or is it cast to one side, lying unloved on the sand? By now you should be able to draw your own conclusions.

    The horse represents your dream partner.

    The type of horse reveals a lot about what you yearn for in a partner. Some people see a steady brown workhorse, others a shining pegasus or unicorn. Make of these people what you will.

    Is your horse nuzzling your cube affectionately, or taking a bite out of it? Is it far from your cube, or walking away? This can represent a current partner, or an aspirational one, but the results are often a mix of touching and hilarious.

    The flowers represent children.

    The number of flowers relates to how many you imagine having. Some people see just a single, withered daisy; others a resplendent garden covering the cube and desert beneath. (Guys: watch out for those).

    The colour and vitality of the flowers can speak to their health and presumed prosperity. The placement Ė particularly in relation to the cube Ė can reveal interesting relations; I met one woman whose horse was eating their flowers.

    Finally, the storm represents threat.

    This speaks to the current state of the person, and how they perceive risk in their life. Some may see a distant storm, on the lip of the horizon, fading from sight. Others may view themselves in the midst of a thunderous apocalypse, hailstones the size of tennis balls pelting their fragile cube and horse. Chances are those people have some immediate trauma in their life.


    Now is this all correct? Of course it isnít. You wonít be reading any peer-reviewed journals on the soothsaying properties of horses and ladders. This is a game, albeit one that has endured in various forms for thousands of years.

    But if you play along Ė and I encourage you to try this on others Ė you will find it appears to have an uncanny sense of reliability to it. There might be many reasons: people seem to project themselves onto abstract objects (the cube), and their affections onto animals (the horse). Our nurturing of flowers bears some resemblance to that of children, a storm is a signal of environmental danger that taps into our sense of unease, and a ladder is something we find supporting.

    Maybe itís all just wishful psychobabble.

    But Iíll tell you what. Itís an incredible tool for getting to know someone. In five minutes youíre able to discuss a strangerís character, friends, partner, children, risks, dreams and aspirations. You will stand out as someone memorable, and you probably had a right laugh too.


    Post what you imagined, discuss other people's responses, etc

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    And put your responses in spoilers so that you don't spoil it for people who haven't read through it yet.

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    Hollow cube with mirrored sides, halfway tucked into the side of a dune. It's about half the size of an average adult. It's a dead robot that never served much of a purpose.

    A thin, black, winding ladder that leads into the center of the earth. It's a few miles from the cube.

    An emaciated, wild-eyed horse. It's searching for a new pasture but it's doomed, lost in the desert forever. It's right next to the cube, reflected in it.

    The flowers are growing around the ladder. They're marigolds and there's a whole bunch of them.

    The storm is far away from the desert. Storms never come to the desert; this one is headed in the opposite direction. Its thunder is audible, though, and lightning flashes in the distance.

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    modest sized cube, maybe 1 ft squared, made of water. whole cube is distorted & wavy as if in water

    ladder off to the side of the cube, maybe 6-7 ft tall, wooden

    brown horse running in the far distance, right to left

    large white cacti flowers in some unknown location in the desert, but many miles away. i "see" them only in my mind

    storm off in the far distance. you can barely see the gray clouds and lightning. it's just a distant glowing spot on the horizon
    I was fine when I came, and fine when I left.

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    Small black cube, about the size of my hand. It's metallic, but slightly warm to the touch, and vibrating. It sits on the ground.

    The ladder is a classic extending metal construction ladder. It's lying flat on the ground.

    The horse is a dark brown thoroughbred. It is standing close to the cube and the ladder; all are forming somewhat of a triangle.

    The flowers are growing around a few rocks. They are sparse and thin.

    The storm moves in the distant horizon, it's black and looks heavy. It is moving roughly this direction, but it isn't clear if it will hit or pass by.

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    Looks like it's straight from hell, like it's draining the life from everything around it. It's dark and growing darker but somehow still has an unnatural glow. It's bigger than me, it's hard to tell the size, it doesn't seem to really be here. I can't tell what it's made of...something that isn't right, doesn't belong on this plane. It's here but not, it seems to be phasing in and out.

    The ladder's clearly made of someone's bones, or a lot of someones, the ladder goes on a pretty long way up the side of the cube.

    The horse is behind me, it's white but I'm not sure it's entirely alive it's eyes are weird they're looking at everything. It's waiting for something.

    There are roses, the same fucked up color as the cube but different they're more alive, they're growing all over the ground between the cube and I.

    It's not good. Whatever it is we're in some sort of eye. Darkness and lightning are on every horizon and the eye is collapsing. It's coming. It's going to destroy everything. The horse seems happy.

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    Spoiler: Cube
    A grey cube that makes a really irritating noise. It whines on and on with inane questions about itself in some kind of bullshit self-help tone of voice. It is distorted by the non-Euclidean geometry of a nearby black hole so doesn't really look like a cube, but actually is. It's sitting on a black plane of nothingness, with green grid lines sometimes turning purple when the cube says something especially banal.

    The ladder is infinite in height and depth and curls back around on itself in an expression of its meaninglessness. There is a man standing in front asking for money to use it. It's lying on its side, and is made out of a brittle metal, probably pig iron straight from a 19th century Birmingham blast furnace.

    The horse is dead, having been shot a few days ago. It lies bloated with its intestines casually draped beside it, corrupting on the floor and emits a terrible smell. A beggarwoman who visits battlefields after the event is ripping off slices of its flesh to feed starving children at home. The cube was used to rip open its stomach by the way, having been shot out of a cannon as part of a grapeshot.

    The flowers are plastic. They are clearly fake and yet for some reason have been made to look like a passion flower, but badly done and is slightly melting from the sun on one side. The smell from the horse is carried by the wind of the below described, adjacent tornado to make it seem as if it comes from the flower. The cube complains that such a retarded object is near it, claiming if ONLY the flower had read more of its stupid blog posts it wouldn't be an idiotic melted plastic flower, but something like a gigantic venus fly trap capable of catching horses and thus digesting the said food source near it.

    The storm is a tornado that is so weak it can barely knock down a sandcastle. It spins around for a bit like an overgrown dust devil, and peters out almost as if from a sense of shame that a product of mesoscale pressure differences in the atmosphere obviously can never have. Then it comes back again, temporarily in a Sisyphean effort of utter pointless repetition. It hovers around amongst all the other objects, in the foreground. Occasionally the nearby neutron star gets sucked up by it, but then the laws of physics reassert themselves and everything gets sucked up into a dense crush, before the additional mass causes the neutron star to go past the Tolman–Oppenheimer–Volkoff limit and creates a black hole, and then the voice of Nikodem Popławski sounds, and decrees the said universe mentioned above is recreated, and the whole trippy scene is repeated.

    By the way you didn't ask but the whole thing has Dali-esque colours and a soundtrack of a new Phillip Glass composition of clown horns in a circle of fifths continually repeating themselves.


    What does all this mean?!?!?!
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    Die Logik ist keine Lehre, sondern ein Spiegelbild der Welt. Die Logik ist transcendental. - Wittgenstein

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    Quote Originally Posted by ferrus View Post
    Spoiler: Cube
    A grey cube that makes a really irritating noise. It whines on and on with inane questions about itself in some kind of bullshit self-help tone of voice. It is distorted by the non-Euclidean geometry of a nearby black hole so doesn't really look like a cube, but actually is. It's sitting on a black plane of nothingness, with green grid lines sometimes turning purple when the cube says something especially banal.

    The ladder is infinite in height and depth and curls back around on itself in an expression of its meaninglessness. There is a man standing in front asking for money to use it. It's lying on its side, and is made out of a brittle metal, probably pig iron straight from a 19th century Birmingham blast furnace.

    The horse is dead, having been shot a few days ago. It lies bloated with its intestines casually draped beside it, corrupting on the floor and emits a terrible smell. A beggarwoman who visits battlefields after the event is ripping off slices of its flesh to feed starving children at home. The cube was used to rip open its stomach by the way, having been shot out of a cannon as part of a grapeshot.

    The flowers are plastic. They are clearly fake and yet for some reason have been made to look like a passion flower, but badly done and is slightly melting from the sun on one side. The smell from the horse is carried by the wind of the below tornado to make it seem as if it comes from the flower. The cube complains that such a retarded object is near it, claiming if ONLY the flower had read more of its stupid blog posts it wouldn't be an idiotic melted plastic flower, but something like a gigantic venus fly trap capable of catching horses and thus digesting the said food source near it.

    The storm is a tornado that is so weak it can barely knock down a sandcastle. It spins around for a bit like an overgrown dust devil, and peters out almost as if from a sense of shame that an product of mesoscale pressure differences in the atmosphere obviously can never have. Then it comes back again, temporarily in a Sisyphean effort of utter pointless repetition. It hovers around amongst all the other objects, in the foreground. Occasionally the nearby neutron star gets sucked up by it, but then the laws of physics reassert themselves and everything gets sucked up into a dense crush, before the additional mass causes the neutron star to go past the Tolman–Oppenheimer–Volkoff limit and creates a black hole, and then the voice of Nikodem Popławski sounds, and decrees the said universe mentioned above is recreated, and the whole trippy scene is repeated.

    By the way you didn't ask but the whole thing has Dali-esque colours and a soundtrack by a new Phillip Glass composition of clown horns in a circle of fifths continually repeating themselves.


    What does all this mean?!?!?!
    At least the cube isn't drunk.
    Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

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    Spoiler: These spoiler tags are a forest
    It's a cube made of glass. 3 foot. One meter for the freedom-haters. I thought we agreed it was in the middle of the desert. It's sitting on some sand. There's some cacti in the distance, buzzards, etc.

    There's apparently also a ladder. It's a tiny rope ladder (a size fit for little green army men). It's adhered to the top of the cube by invisible means and hangs all the way down to the sand.

    The horse is a full-sized chestnut palomino. The kind of horse a fifth grade girl doodles on her notebook. He's just hanging out. Ignoring the box. Unsaddled.

    There's also fucking flowers for some reason. Let's call 'em daisies. In the foreground. A bed of them. They're growing in nice rows in spite of being planted in sand.

    A storm kicks up. The whole sky is grey. I was not expecting this in the desert. Light showers. Thunder and lightning in the distance. Good enough to give the flowers a drink. Not wet enough to bug the horse.

    Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore?

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    Cube: Large, solid, unadorned, made of white marble, sitting firmly in the sand and absolutely unmovable.

    Ladder: Wooden, trusty, attached to the side of the cube, leading to its top and affording long views of the surroundings.

    Horse: dead, or at least dormant. Seems to have been a majestic, stately creature in its time. Its black fur is still shiny and its nostrils are velvety and soft.

    Flowers: tiny roses (much smaller than real roses) springing up everywhere, covering the ground as far as the eye can see.

    Storm: Wild, gusty, vigorous complete with rain, thunder and lightning, and altogether pleasant. The other objects remain unmoved.

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    Quote Originally Posted by LordLatch View Post
    At least the cube isn't drunk.
    Alas the bottle of Bison Grass vodka nearby is still unopened. This is just what happens when you permit me to do free association.
    Die Logik ist keine Lehre, sondern ein Spiegelbild der Welt. Die Logik ist transcendental. - Wittgenstein

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