Why Minecraft means so much to me

It’s been a while since I’ve made a blog post, but today Mojang released a video that really hit me and I wanted to get the words out while I had them. I would strongly recommend watching that video, it’s extremely short but it does a great job of capturing a person’s experience with Minecraft and their disability.

The video tells a story about a person by the name of Join Chris who was born with underdeveloped corneas which are what focuses the light into your eyes so you can see. His story about how Minecraft assisted in his adaptation to his disability is incredible and amazes me to no end, so I don’t want to downplay the differences between what he did and is doing by telling y own story. However, I feel it’s important to bring multiple angles up in this conversation because Minecraft, and games in general, have so much to offer.

The idea that games can be more than just something fun to do is something I strive to live by, and I feel Minecraft is such a perfect example of that. It’s so open to interpretation and the player that it can be a great stand-in for things the player may be in danger doing otherwise. I think that’s why I love it so much, I’ve mentioned before that Minecraft is what taught me how to control a character when I was younger and I always get laughed at about it (not in a bad way lol), but it couldn’t be more true. Like most people with autism I have/had a very poor spatial sense and would manage to hurt myself by trying to make it better. Minecraft gave me a place with known limits and a way to try something again with my surroundings exactly the same as they were, meaning that I could make mistakes and learn from them without injuring myself or others.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in as bad of a situation as Join Chris was, at least not one that can be attributed to what Minecraft taught me, but with how basic of a skill that perception is I can’t say for sure. What I can say is that what I learn in-game is what gave me my IRL reflexes Well… what little I have. When I was younger (<10) I was attending Physical Therapy 3 times a week so that I could learn how to write, run, catch things, throw things, or even walk without hurting myself. There are so many situations IRL that can result in extreme injury if you can’t remember how to move properly, and that was me.

When I turned 14 or so my best friend at the time got me into Minecraft. Up until then, I had been playing basic flash games that didn’t require me to move a character. Every time I would try a game that had a character to control I wasn’t able to move the way the game wanted me to and it just resulted in my frustration. But I took on to moving in Minecraft quicker than anything I ever had. Every limit was visible and static, I knew what I was looking for and I could track it as I moved.
If you’ve never had to re-learn how to walk or had issues with moving in general you may not know how essential of a thing that is. When you move you have to keep a visual in your head, however unconsciously, of your body and the area directly around you. Everyone has a different amount of skill with that, being good at it results in a good sense of direction, and being poor at it results in clumsiness. I was on the very low end of that spectrum in that I couldn’t keep track of myself at all, I basically had no balance and would always slam myself into things because I forgot something about where I was. Always covered in bruises and marks from missing my target.

With how simple Minecraft is, even in 3D, I was able to learn how to think relative to what I saw better than what my Physical Therapist could explain. That’s not to say they didn’t help me at all, not in the least! But Minecraft is what made it click for me, and I feel like it was a similar situation for Join Chris. You can tell someone that the sun rises in the East and that you can use that to orientate, but you never know how to use that information effectively until you get the chance to put it into practice. Minecraft was the perfect place for me to do that and I still do to this day.

Even watching my content, you wouldn’t notice how much Minecraft has changed my life. Most of the struggles I had when I started I’ve learned to work around and if you didn’t know me then you wouldn’t be able to see the difference. If you are interested in seeing how Join Chris plays Minecraft through his disability with other blind Minecrafters he does have a YouTube channel where he does just that and more. I’ve only watched a small amount of his content but he seems like an amazing person who is taking a challenge I could never imagine in stride.
Also, check out the video Mojang posted, they do an amazing job at making Minecraft accessible to people who need it.


A word to define a lifetime

When I was growing up I was ravenous for knowledge, and random pieces of information that I came across would be next obsession. Every week I was on a whole new topic, a completely different field of study. While I still retain a large portion of that hunger, to the extent that “Information Sponge” has come to be my de facto self-description, there has been a rather large change in a significant portion of my world view.

When I was about 9, I got stuck into reading the dictionary, I loved learning new ways to describe things that I had previously had to work out with multiple words. Each page turned unlocked summarized knowledge I didn’t know I was missing. Well, one day I found a word that would change my life and mental stability for years to come. I remember looking at that word, realizing I had never fully understood its scope, never realized what it could mean. Now I feel like I’m good at inferring words I’ve never heard when used in a sentence. But of course, with a word like this, one that holds so much between the lines, I had a very limited view of what it entailed.

This word has defined my reaction to the world ever since then, and I’ve done my best to explain what it means to me over the years. But for whatever reason the word doesn’t mean as much to everyone else, it doesn’t seem to capture the same intent outside of my mind. To me, it defines and references an individual’s world view, brings forth the idea of an imperfect mind, shows that the world we see is altered by our ideas and motivations. The world is defined by our perception.

Perception is a simple word that is thrown around in everyday conversation without thought, but it has shaped everything I see about the world. In that word I see the differences that state of mind enforce on your vision, I see the effect of memories and knowledge on normal reactions. Through it I follow every change I make, I watch myself grow daily, watching my “self” get lost in time. The word perception holds so much value to me, it will always remind me of the vast differences between every mind.


Life devoured

Your broken decrepit minds
Ancient in all but time
Burn life away like flies
While drowning the overburdened skies

A generation of greed
Left us all their ashes burned from trees
Bending our systems to fit your need
Destroying lives to find your keys

Warping the Fortune of all
With humanities stolen call
Your lives of squandered wealth
Only serve to hinder worldwide health

Your desire the source of turmoil
A hunger for your own rotting stench
A future fueled by stolen oil
Destroyed in your desire to quench

Sit there you may
As the world breaks
As it falls from your life’s decay
While you sit amid the bloodied lakes

On you lands the blame
In your hands was the seed
From your life was built the flame
That devoured the world in greed


A man lost is well aware

Just as darkness fuels despair
A man lost is well aware
That he built his binding lair
And his chains are locked by lack of care

Fueled by fear of change
He built unyielding chains
Mentally barred by a willful stain
His life held back by thoughts so vain

Darkness bred to fight his life
To bring order to perceived strife
Choked his mind and sight
His fear warping wrong and right


Changing light

A blue tinged sky rimmed by budding trees

Something that always amazes me about the world is the vast amount of circumstances that can surround any given event or object. As time moves the circumstances around you change, invoking a different reaction out of the life that they affect. A chilly spring dusk is enough to enhance the greens and blues of my neighborhood, to show the plants in their full glory as beings of changing light. Those who wait for the sun after torrential storms, they who bear the brunt of the elements and take their life from its power.

A blue tinged sky rimmed by budding trees

Shifting colors

As I set out for my daily walk,the color of the sky and fading daylight astounded me. When standing out in the open the world was struck in shaded blues and whites. The sky was coated in thick shifting clouds and it was as if they were projecting their chaotic blue light onto the land beneath. Every opposing color muted in favor of this perpetual blue.

Freshly grown maple leaves in a yellowed light

As time moves

As the clouds released the sun my view was altered irrevocably, gone was the diminishing blue of the cloudy skies and hence came the golden light of an early sunset. Each muted color that was gone before came back in droves. The world glowed with water and gold, a testament to life’s will to forge itself through the force of time.

In an effort to respect the privacy of my neighbors I was limited in the pictures that I could take. I have plans to take a trip to a wooded stream nearby and have hopes to capture more full pictures.


Spring eyes

A broken rotting branch set in contrast against the color of wet bark

I’ve decided to start posting my photos here rather than spamming the CapeCraft pics channel every day. I’ve always loved taking photos of the world around me, trying my best to capture the moments that hold my attention and sustain my perspective of it. , through the years I have fallen in and out of the practice so I’m still very new to it.

The setting sun as seen through branches

The sunset after a spring storm

As I was walking the light caught my attention through the branches. The color it gave the leaves around it gave evidence to a flowering spring soaking in the aftermath of a storm. A dull green lit by a shuttered sun.

A broken rotting branch set in contrast against the color of wet bark

The color of wet rot

I have passed this tree hundreds of time in the past year or so. It has been part of my daily commute to work and the store. However, during my walk today after the storm the bright colors of the wet rotting branch stood out like never before. It was set against a flat colored sky and darkened bark. A way that I have never had the chance to observe it.

Wilting tulips covered in drops of freshly fallen water

The aging beauty

Tulips are short lived marvels. They flower so quickly in the early spring, weathering the last frosts of a long winter. As the spring storms wear on they fight time by filling themselves with water and sun as you only can in the months of spring. As seen here the ones in my yard and nearing their end, sacrificing their beauty so that they can regrow the next year.

A sunset as seen through clouds and trees

Of all the views

Of everywhere to view the sunset in my small neighborhood there is one road that seems to always highlight the sun perfectly. Perfectly facing the west as to capture the sun while it’s wreathed in the clouds. A perfect way to highlight the glowing colors and shades of the fading light.


Senseless Time

As time goes by it becomes harder and harder to trust my senses, to know exactly how and why my body reacts to the world. My interpretation changes by the second and some days it’s impossible to keep up. Each sense working on a scale that changes with every new piece of information I gleam from it, a drastically fast kaleidoscope of broken images and feelings. Brighter lights, clearer sounds, sharper temperatures, and a swaying scope of scale attack me constantly, wearing at my view of the world. Each shift defines a whole new set of actions and reactions to reinvent, a constant game of mix and match, find the value, adjust and prefix.

Check my vision, watch for space, rescope distance and speed. Always a broken game, a losing battle against a shattered brain. Skills that wain faster than their use, moments of clarity that set me free. Moments by which my motivation flys, a vision of broken skies and solid ground. The heavens lost, confounded in their great scope, with solid burning ground screaming it’s putrid truth.

Adjust and prefix

Watch the scale
A distance around you
Measure the falling hail
Shattered parts in view
Leaving burning trails
Make your perspective true
Your center motion rail
Feel each push pass through
Moving you by sail
Shaking you broken and skewed
Counter actions or fail
Reaction and survival impromptu
A new sound prevails
The world coloured in blue
Cracking foundations hollow and frail
Prefix the action in due
Lest you end with an action designed to fail
A motion written in the best of truth

Watch for Space

Hear your dreams
Become a master of seams
Find the open lost scenes
Hidden behind noise that screams

Hear the space
Watch it race
Rushing into place
Ending with a blasting face

Hear it’s words
Know what they hold
Waiting for time to scold
Teaching a lesson of life gone cold

Hear the shatter
A pattern of broken plaster
Each its own single splatter
Tearing through space and matter

A shattered brain

Men define their world
With a mind short of pure design

A preemptive idea of hot and cold
Flying truth a feature undefined

Vision is but an image to hold
Ideas forming the world they find

A broken game for time to mold
Perception built to define the sane

Brightest light

Reflect the world my light
Show the feature rich world in sight
Shape it’s contours just right
Bleeding edges of colors fight
A diming future for all of life
Brighten to fight the waxing night
A future doomed with unbending might
My vision all but burning bright
Fighting the deadend fright
Colours burn the world alike
A feature rich landscape a colours flight


A brothers hand

The first brothers had a certain synergy, largley held up by the tempurate actions of the younger. Always ensuring that his brothers actions would be fruitfull, watching from behind the curtain and pushing the world towards order. He loved his brothers messes and was enthralled by guiding them to their shared goal. Each new crux of disorder was a place their dreams could be born. He shadowed his brother, watching the proceses unfold in his wake, altering the laws they had laid in sequnce to fit their visions.

Of course there were mistakes, and they teach temperate more and more each time. Showing the guiding hand where to go through unrecoverable disaster. Grand actions leading where they sometimes do, a destroyed world rotten with perfection or fear.


A brothers chaos

Of the two brothers one stood out. He was the louder and more enthusiastic one. As opposed to his counterpart who watched from the background, carefully planning each action. The grander brother rushed through ther plan and couldn’t sit still while the universe was defined. Facinated with every machination of their nature he did an uncountable number of expiriments that have altered the world they were building, so manny that even they could not predict their reprecusions.

But then, where is the fun in knowing everything? Grander just wanted to see his art work it’s way out of the chaos he made, to see everything fall into line by essetential and simple rules. Each action taken carelessly by the brother was intended to sow the chaotic energy of the early universe, making a mess bg enough it would clean itself. The end result of granders chaos formed only by his brothers temperate hand.