Video game idea:
Genre: Meme simulation and God simulation.
Subcategory: Driving simulation.
In ‘Jesus takes the wheel’ , you play the character of Jesus, an innocent cabdriver whose cab has been hijacked by a sadistic psychotic evil demonically possessed criminal who is hell bent on killing pedestrians and people in other vehicles.
Your job in the game is to imagine Jesus taking the wheel and try to save all innocent bystanders.
Accumulate Jesus Points! (JP)
The more JP you have the more miracles you can perform like healing the accident victims(if you were not able to save them initially), levitate them away from the murderesly rampaging car and many more.
When you accumulate enough JP , the game can be ended if you take the right decision.
For a study published in 2013, a team led by Robert Wilson at the Rush University Medical Center in Chicago enrolled three hundred elderly people and tested their thinking and memory skills each year. The participants were also asked about how often they read, wrote, and engaged in other cognitively demanding activities, not just currently, but in childhood and middle age. Following each participant’s death, their brain was examined for evidence of dementia. It was discovered that, after taking into account the physical effects of dementia on their brains, the subjects who made a lifelong habit of a lot of reading and writing slowed their rate of mental decline by a third compared to those who did only an average amount of those things.
On the other hand, people who rarely read or wrote experienced a decline that was a staggering 48 percent faster compared to the average participants.
It’s better to not know what makes you great, for knowing it makes your full if shit.
Do not profess to being great. It often makes you ungreatful.
Sometimes adults are just big babies and babies are just small scientists in diapers instead of lab coats.
Likewise, would adult scientists benefit from wearing diapers?
Perhaps a renegade researcher might find out someday.
Here’s an interesting excerpt from Ian Leslie’s ‘Curious’
“Any parent of a young child knows that small children love to run psychological tests on adults, testing their limits. The naughtiness of infants is experimental, a method of data collection.
When a mother tells her son not to eat dirt, he immediately wonders what will happen if he does and how his mother will react. The child who pushes over his elder sister’s carefully constructed tower of play blocks is doing so not just towatch the structure collapse, but to see his sister explode.
At first, children hypothesize that there is no difference between what others are thinking and what they are thinking, that everyone is thinking the same thing. Then they notice that the theory doesn’t hold—different people seem to say and want different things, becoming upset when they don’t get them or happy when they do. That’s when children become interested in what’s going on in those other minds—when empathic curiosity begins. Before even this stage, children are sophisticated mimics, imitating adult behavior even when they don’t know why they’re doing so, yet quite capable of discriminating between the adults worth imitating and those best ignored”
Maybe I’m getting older but it feels like every top 100 artist sounds like everyone else on that list while at the same time every song sounds like themselves.
Many years after our marriage, both my father and my father in law realized that they had spent many years of their childhood living a only few houses away from each others families, and that there is a great possibility that our grandparents knew each other very well.
My father in law’s family subsequently moved away and lost all contact with my father’s, and eventually forgotten about them.
With the deaths of both our(wife and mine) grandparents, there was no one left to re-remember the old ties and friendships that bound the two families, only to be rekindled with a chance memory six years after our marriage.
Its funny because one of the reasons I married my wife was she was a completely new person in my life, and that I had to be the one to find her myself.
I had wanted to marry as far as possible from all the people I knew-and my wife’s only connection to me was that her cousin and I went to school until 4th grade.
Six years is a wonderfully long time-long enough for me to disregard the fact that was not successful in finding the wife I thought I wanted, a wife from a place far away, where I had no ties before, and everything was new.
I gladly welcome these happy coincidences because instead of getting the wife I wanted I got the wife I needed.
P.s.Happy Coincidences sometimes make me almost believe in destiny.