Editions of "Player" with Observations left atop Sam Spratt's The Monument Game.

Sam Spratt - LUCI: Chapter 5 - The Monument Game

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Its as though the momentum game was created by humans as a competition to see who is deemed worthy to be apart of the council. The humans stand and watch like its  an attraction at a zoo. They are all holding their smart phones and taking photos and videos to share on social media. This is the what the world has become. Instead of living in the moment and watching it for what it is, we watch it through the screen on our phones.

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - In a secluded glade, where ancient rituals were whispered and the memory of Luci lingered, a majestic white wolf laid in peace gripping a skull between its legs. A symbol of old power and the legacy of the council. The skull of Luci was said to hold secrets, ones that melded love and bitterness, past and future. As the moon cast eerie shadows, the wolf's eyes gleamed with knowledge. The destiny tied to the dance of the wold, the skull, and the enigma of Luci.

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - A smartphone picture of surroundings. This astutely contrasts modernity with primitiveness, highlighting the distressing erosion of native indigenous customary rights, reduced to a spectacle for the affluent. This juxtaposition invites introspection on societal dynamics, transcending time, evoking profound reflection regarding ethical and civilizational disparities, the consequences of progress and the value of ancient wisdom and compels us to confront uncomfortable truths beneath our civilization's veneer.

Player #37/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - On Power 
Fuck the world. The sorrows are plenty and sadly my efforts to defend myself always seem futile. It never wants me to find solutions, just to suffer.I believe life is more than that, though the patterns of life dont seem to agree. I sleep and fight, to eat and fight, just to do it all over again. Im exhausted. But not dead. Others are foolishly blind.They are not free and neither am I.  They dont know.

Player #38/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - "I don't want to be here anymore."

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Im in, lets go. It looks a little wild, but I think we can make it."

Player #40/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Botticellis Venus.
Commissioned by de' Medici, she embodies Virtuous Humanitas. 
A symbol of a lost civilization?
Why does she resonate within me?
Nurtured devoid of a masculine compass, I see women as guides - mothers, sisters, lovers. They who precede us, casting light upon our journey and guiding our ascent.
Yet, they may betray, elude us, and we, in vain, try to chase them. A lover, fortune, or life itself, Sam? What enigma lies in the stone shes hiding, Sam? Why do I remain slumped in the river, Sam?

Player #42/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - In war's darkest hours, life persists. Everyone was once a baby, born in joy or strife. A newborn's cry, even on battle's edge, is hope's pure voice echoing. 'Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you,' declares the Lord. Each birth, a divine spark amid chaos, reflects God's enduring love, plan, a reminder of peace's promise, a call to our higher selves, a symbol of faith.

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Is this me ?

Am I the coward hiding in the tree ?

Just a shell of what I could be.

So afraid of what the world will see.

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Hope & Despair is embodied in this child unbothered by the turmoil that surrounds. Hope of unlimited potential inside this child, that it may be the key to salvation of this world, that it will bring great pride to the name it carries. Despair that it is born into a rapidly inhospitable world that may not be worth living for. The fears that I may unfairly lay upon it, or not be enough for the child. But within the chaos, one can build a world of hope surrounded with loving support, and maybe that is enough.

Player #45/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - This is my cage. My anxieties. Flaming walls of indecision. A miry slag of worry polluted with others' disapproval. Plumes of despair that sweetly whisper of soul-destroying compliance, surrender and suicide. Have dominion? What a joke! No, this is just surviving the chaos within and I am a Player achingly close to falling yet clinging to what Self remains. What will my Monument, my identity, become? Will I live in dismal conformity? Or will Risk be the play? And free, self-defining vitality, the victory.

Player #46/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Wake up, Luci. Is this progress? Is this the vision you had for us when we emerged from the muck?

For generations, we've gazed at the same sky, but somewhere in our past, we lost our identity

Masks, worn so long, mesh with flesh

Community, once corrupt becomes an inescapable hell

Monuments built, masked with deceit, memorialize humanity's darkness, our true light hidden behind those masks

Wake up, Luci. Take off your mask. And let the true beauty of humanity shine

Wake up, Luci

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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

KING KONG can't stop ME!!!!! 

So let me sing-a-song of the RESIN you SPEAK.

Shhhhhhhhh....Close your eyes, and don't PEEK.

Open your heart, and FOLLOW ME.

I'll protect your FOREVER you'll SEE. :-)

Player #49/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Behind the veil of perception, a revelation dawns. 
The mask gazes upon us, a twisted observer in this macabre theater. 
We are but pawns in its eerie game, marionettes dancing to its haunting rhythm. 
As we leave our thoughts, it devours our essence, an insatiable hunger for the stories we bare. 
Remember, it's not our eyes that pry, but the mask's grim visage fixated on our essencea spectral voyeur of our tales.

Player #51/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Fire, energy of the gods,
Man stealing their hidding lore.

Dust of stars, hand of light,
Man becomes creator, 
disrupter of the night.

Titans of a bygone era are now birds,
Man becomes a god, 
a swallower of worlds.


"The Brain of a Primate and the Technology of a God"

Player #52/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Those who find their way to the Temple of Luci are being welcomed with yellow fabric scraps in the air. Yellow in this context symbolizes positivity, enlightenment, intellect, and a new beginning. It takes a toll on yourself to persevere in the quest of life. But where is risk there is also reward. Love yourself and those around you, believe in your goals, be persistent. Who knows, you may also end up at your own Temple of Luci.

Player #53/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - In the crucible of uncertainty, where the threads of fate intertwine, stands the formidable juncture of a difficult decision. Do I sacrifice a piece of myself for something much larger? It's a heart-pounding dance between hope and apprehension. The weight of the choice casts a shadow upon the mind, each option a path unraveled. It's a battle waged within; do I put on this mask and join my fellow brethren? For in the crucible of difficult decisions, we forge the very fabric of our existence.