ikr, like I’ve been playing for 7 years and never really read the end scenes and always finished the game with someone else.. but I just spent 4 hours beating the game and cried at the end 😭❤️❤️❤️
@@Jessica-zo3fw It's just...well you get a feeling you've never experienced before. You literally feel like you're in another world, fighting mobs and going on adventures. You get such a warm feeling inside while you're having the time of your life and all of a sudden, it's over. The end credits music definitely doesn't help either.
Im just replaying to what she said, we are live, and we were all created by years abd years of love, slowing evolving love, and k ow look at us. So many problems yet so many solutions, and we are not alone. We never were. Human kind is very unique and will always be, from the horses, to cars trains, to arioplanes, all the way to spaceships. We will evolve, we will explore and we will do what's right for mankind
It was more abt saying that we are the universe experiencing itself so we aren’t just touching grass, we are made of the same stuff as the grass and earth and sun and everything in the universe kinda thing.
Minecraft IS a dream, Steve worked at a mine and all of a sudden a big explosion knocked him into a coma, So that means Minecraft is made up of Steve’s dreams, Mods are more fantastical in his mind.
What about the big dream? What about the life? What if those two things which thought so underdeveloped that they called us or the player 'it' are not the part of the game? What if they wanted the creator of Minecraft to write that in the endscreen but the creator always thought that he wrote it? Also i am not delusional,i have just seen too many videos that i think what is the answer of all these questions?
Today, I just killed the Ender Dragon for the first time ever, I've heard of a poem in the credits. I went back home anticipating it but I didn't expect to see a poem that hit me so hard that I cried several times. Why I haven't done this before? Why did it take me almost a decade to actually try and finish Minecraft?
This just motivates me more to try and finally finish Minecraft. I've always been idly surviving, not attempting to build into the end and defeat the ender dragon. Though I shall, one day and soon. It's been nearly a decade for me since I've started.
I remember in 3rd grade, my life went down hill very sharply, my grandmother died, my grades declined sharply and my parents seemed like they were always mad at me. And I can’t believe how awful that year of my life was. Then I beat the ender dragon. And I saw the text. Instead of skipping, I watched and read the whole thing. And it made me feel loved. And I started to get better. And now my life is better. And I feel like Minecraft had a part in that
Oddly enough I'm just coming to the conclusion now that everytime in my life I go through something difficult and fall into this pit of self loathing and depression I'll always start playing minecraft and will always forget about whatever has been putting me down while I play. I've done this several times over the last decade and finally just noticing the trend now... interesting... and yes I'm in a slump right now, hence why I'm probably here rewatching the credits of minecraft...
This ending, the conclusion we didn’t expect but ultimately needed. A lesson on how important we are to the world and to not forget that. Or at least that’s what I got from it Ion know lol
I've literally never beaten the game before and decided to just kill the ender dragon on creative mode and man i was not expecting this emotional rollercoaster
no matter how long or drawn out these credits may be, i’ll always find the time to read them. it’s a beautiful message, a beautiful poem, a beautiful game.
I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
This is when I realized that Minecraft isn't just a game. It's something that transpired to become emotions, memories, and something which will be remembered forever by all of us.
I read it for the first time today despite playing and finishing minecraft multiple times vanilla and modded. It made me tear up and I had to hold back from crying. The music and everything, it just put everything in perspective for me. Such a beautiful message. Sometimes with the monotony of daily life we forget the important things in life, and this game and poem reminded me of those important things. It told me something I don't hear often, it touched my heart and I'm honoured to have been able to play minecraft and discover it.
In 20 years from now, maybe you might see this again. Thinking, how far you have gotten from watching this video from become successful, or maybe soon to be successful. Any children reading this. I know you're having mixed thoughts about this pandemic. Don't deny it, because its true, trust me, you know what I am talking about. Live you life how you like. Don't listen to the people who bring you down, make their critism make you higher then them. The only reason they do that to you, is because they have nothing better to do. This should make you feel better, happier, and or higher. In the end, sooner or later, you will become friends... unless you're a girl. (That was a joke) Anyways, I know this is a youtube comment, and I am just a random person. I know how it feels, I once was a child and once was a teen. Keep doing what makes you happy, just don't get carried away, like what happened to me. Live your life, help people out, make people happy, maybe even help yourself, make yourself have a purpose. We all know you can do it, anyone can, especially you. Good luck to whoever read this comment, and I hope you have a great life. Remember, bullies, and haters will only bring you higher. They do it because that's how they get happy. Love you all, this is Carson, Have a great day, month, year, decade, and life :) ======================================== Minecraft fans out there, this is for you! ======================================== To the first block We placed To the first house we built To the first time we crafted something To the first mob we killed To the first time we survived the night To the first coal we mined To the first time we died cause of a creeper To the first time we died of fall damage To the first time we mined iron To the first Armour set me crafted To the first village we found To the first villager we killed To the first nether portal we built To the first diamond sword we crafted To the first iron golem we killed To the first pigman we tried to hit but got attacked by 12 of them To the first time we got killed by a iron golem To the first time that we tamed a wolf that is still waiting for u till this day To the first time we visited that nether fortress To the first time we killed a blaze To the first time we killed a ghast To the first wither skeleton we killed To the first dungeon we found And to the time when we would play Minecraft with our friend after school And go in to creative mode and kill the enderdragon And to the time when we thought herobrine was real And to the first enderdragon we killed Thanks Minecraft u will always be in our hearts 💞 Thank you for reading the comment :)
this hit hard, I've never taken time to actually read the credits. Today I did, and i read your comment to. I will remember this. The one game and youtube comment that made me cry. Happy tears :) , you earned a sub!
“And the universe said I love you because you are love.” That’s gonna be my senior quote. The overwhelming amount of emotional sentience captured in this phrase is extraordinary.
the credits aren't just perfect, they are emotionally great. the music fits in so well. the end is just perfect. even though people see minecraft as sponge sucked with money, extracting it in form of streams, not really everyone gets its concept. it wasn't made to be speedran. it was made to bring memories and do things in infinite scale. what do you get from killing an ender dragon? nothing, is the correct answer. the only thing you get from minecraft is the game itself, not just killing, destruction or speedrunning. minecraft is a unique game. they just made this game for people. it was made for fun and that sense of adventure you get from exploring it together with it's great concept. it doesn't matter if you start playing it as a child or as an adult, it will always have it's nostalgic meaning. even in a thousand years, it won't lose any of the nostalgic value. some have stored those memories here of their parents, grandparents, kids, grandkids. and while someone argue that this may just be a game, well, who am I to tell you that it isn't? it really is, however a really special one at that. it's all about your friends, family, or any other closer relatives, hell, perhaps even the animal ones, all unified by this game.
I'm 12. I honestly didn't know what it meant at first, when I started playing minecraft. Until I realized, it's about life. Minecraft is teaching us so many things, and I'm glad it's here. We only have 1 life. Cherish it. Remember that you are loved.
Same, I’m 11 and every time I killed the dragon in creative and never read the whole conversation do I decided to watch this and honestly my soon arising depression was just prevented from game credits.
@@mtadct y-- you used a different word with a different meaning though... life is a noun, live is a verb. In telling someone they are wrong not only did you fail to prove they were wrong, you yourself did a whole seperate wrong thing. It's like wrongception over here
I think we sometimes forget everything is real, I think we sometimes forget that this earth we live in is not a video game. I think we sometimes forget how much the littlest things will mean to us in the future. After you have read what I have said. I want you to take some time by yourself, and try to remember your greatest memory you had as a kid, how much does it mean now? I understand that this comment will be lost in the sea of other comments. But if you are reading this, thank you. I remember at the age of 4 or 5, I downloaded Minecraft. I remember my first house I built, and my first tree I cut down, and my first piece of coal I mined. It might not sound like much, but it really is. Thank you Minecraft... Thank you for all the memories, all the games I played, all the things I learnt and all the friends I made..
one of my best memories was watching my brothers play games, from Prince of Persia on PC, tomb raider on PS2, assassins creed on xbox... I watched it all. I never really played (because I suck at video games), but I never felt like I experienced any less because of it. I was happy because we were all together. We've all grown up now, and we've somewhat grown apart as adults do. But I'll never forget those evenings we spent together, and no matter how far away they are, I'll always be close to them. No matter what
"And the universe said I love you because you are love." God bless you Minecraft. My greatest mistake was putting you down for a few years. Thank you, for helping me through hell and back. Thank you, for keeping me alive.
I just ended the game today, to be honest at first i didnt want to play Minecraft. "Its boring" i said. But then i started playing with my brother, each time i played i wanted to play more, i got hyped by finding diamonds, i got hyped by founding the Blaze, i got hyped by finding the portal to the End. And now its one of the best games i have ever played, all those experiences, even if you pass by though times you will always succes if you persevere and if you stay determined. I had full diamonds armor and my sword, my brother had his own armor and his sword, "the ender dragon killer". And we died, we thought everything was lost, everything we have worked for was wasted. But i didnt give up, i knew our things were still there, i knew that everything we did had to be worth it. And we appeared at our house, with our dogs, cats, our fish, and our fox family cheering us. And we returned, we did another long journey, we found the portal again, and we found our things again. We did a fast house at the End, created a plan, and we succeed, the last hit was done by "the ender dragon killer" and we did it, all those diamonds i looked for, all those potions i created, all those experience i used, everything was worth it... And then the credits, those lines that we cant still fully understand, we need to live our lives, we dont need to give up, and thats what Minecraft wants to teach us. The determination, the courage, the company, something that we will never forget thanks to this game.
Minecraft is a game only few understand from the power to create anything to getting mad over a few pixels but, the real meaning of the ending is that minecraft is trying to tell you something that you have all it takes to build construct survive in the real world Games and reality are bother dreams they both end at some point and minecraft is about what you choose to believe and I, myself believe that minecraft is a game trying to tell you that if you wanted to, you could do anything from building to pvp there is no limit Same with real life both games, but only 1 of them you can play again and that’s the Beauty of Minecraft thank you Notch.
The credits try to show you that you can play again in Minecraft. But in real life, you don't. So it says "wake up" has a way to say "go live life and be happy".
It’s almost like.. this game was gifted to us.. by something beyond this mortal life.. I feel like it’s specifically talking to me.. and the words we can’t read yet.. we’ll be able to read at a “higher level” or after death when everything becomes clear.. sorry I got deep there for a sec.. finger slipped.
Ah Frick, I can't stop crying. I miss playing Minecraft. Having the time of our life's as kids, not a care in the world. We build up in game from nothing, and created our own stories in our heads. We crafted and baked. Gathered and built. We tamed dogs and cats. Cried and laughed, we felt feelings. It's hard to express, but Minecraft if far more than just a game. It helps people feel, helps people connect, its like we are just one big family. We all care, and help one another. I love these people, and will never forget the times I've had along side this game and it's players. Maybe, one day, we could pass this on to our own children and let them explore the world of Minecraft like we once did. Let them experience the game just like back in 2009, full of joy and excitement, ready to place their first ever block.
What you lost your arms? You can’t play anymore? I’ll never stop playing Minecraft. I may take multi month breaks, but that’s all they ever are. Minecraft can be played whenever. You have no time limit. Don’t stop unless you want to.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed By the things that you didn’t do than the ones you Did do. So throw off the bow lines. Sail away from the Safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. -unknown
No one can deny that this is the best credit scene ever created by any game, and the music in the background just made it better Mojang took a big W on this one guys
I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
This is one of my comments on another video. This just reminded me of it, and I need some info on how to live on like this. Here it is: I miss my friend. We played Minecraft for hours, and we beat the game hundreds of times, but we never read this. He died in a crash, and I beat the game, for the first time, without him. And so i wrote down the credits and read it at his funeral. No one noticed the importance of the words. They thought i was tormented by my loss. I wasn't. I was more than tormented. I was so torn that i believed that I was a normal person. But, something clicked. I noticed that his death was, in the words of my favorite game, "a temporary inconvenience" in life. He respawned. He and I might not meet again, but I will always think of him, and I know he will remember this game and find someone else to play with. I have woken up. I have respawned. I am the player, and the world is my Minecraft.
i got diagnosed with depression, and i struggled with it so much, and I still do, and the words at the end made me cry so much. i absolutely love this game, the friends it brought me, the memories and just everything.
Same. The ending is genuinely one of the most beautiful things when you can understand how it's trying to teach you how you are loved. You may not be able to fully understand it which is why some words are censored. But the main message is still there. *"The universe said I love you, because you are love."*
Minecraft is Special in so many ways. firstly, it is a sandbox game which is simple but has so many possibilities. I won't go very in-depth in this part though. The part I want to talk about is this, the end poem. It is so meaningful, especially after you have beaten the dragon for the first time. You remember all of the things you did, all of the times you messed up. All of the memories, from start to now. You remember you still have many more things to do, in game, and in life. The end poem is awesome. It is the thing nobody really asked for. Nobody that I know of said that we should have an end poem. But we did, and it was super meaningful.
This game touched all of our hearts at some point. This is very emotional. It brings tears to my eyes as I am reading the poem. Thank you Mojang. For this amazing experience.
Today I killed ender dragon for the first time. The poem hit me hard, I didn't skip the credits, the text after the credits gave me a hope to live. Thank you Minecraft 🌹
When you see your sibling kill the ender dragon for the first time and you remember you killing the ender dragon for the first time alone without any help. Then they go in the portal and see the credits
Finally, after pussying out for 8 years I have finally prepared and slain the Ender Dragon, the credits hit a lot harder then it did, all those worlds I made, all the wolfs and cats I’ve befriended, the amount of exploration and those periods of never returning, then coming back to play for a bit. I never thought I would beat the game. But I guess that’s what the end is, a leap of faith that you must take in life when you feel like you can take on the most brutal in the world. It might take forever, but when you finally gather that courage, you can do amazing things. Every interaction of life will lead to a point where you must give it you all, then, that is the end. But is there an end? Or can you simply dream for more?
I just want to say this when I was younger I was suicidal for years but one thin that kept me going was my mine craft world and I had the same world for 3 years and I wanted nothing more than to beat it so I could end it all but when I beat it finally I thought if this was going to be the last thing I saw I wanted to see the credits so I was crying by the time that the credits were done and then I thought life was going to be ok and so here I am now 5 years later doing alright with my life
as a kid i never cared for these credits and thought they were too long. now that im older and i sit down to actually read everything its like damn this is deep
"And the universe says "I love you" And the universe said you played the game well And the universe said everything you need is within you And the universe said you are stronger than you know And the universe said you are the daylight And the universe said you are the night And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you And the universe said the light you seek is within you And the universe said you are not alone And the universe said you are not seperate from every other things And the universe said you are the universe, tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code. And the universe said I love you because you are love And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I revisited this since I’m turning 18 soon. I can’t help but just read it and cry. I kinda had a crappy upbringing- I was bullied at the time and I had a very abusive dad who was also a raging alcoholic. My mom seperated from him, but for that christmas she saved up enough money to buy me an xbox 360 and minecraft. I remember when I first beat minecraft and read this poem the whole way through. I cried then, but in a totally different way. I cried because I thought this was the end of the game. I cry now because I know that this is the end to my childhood as I grow into an adult. Minecraft means so much to me and it helped me through really tough times growing up. This poem will forever be dear to me. Not only did it help me cope, but it’s a memory of my childhood in it’s good aspects and how it allowed me to escape. It’s so beautiful.
this end credits theme has shown us how far we have come,from a single lonely cave to the great end dimensions,and from the single piece of woods to the tough netherite sheep's to dragon farm to grinder dirt hut to giant fortress and most special scream of fear to laughing in joy before completely shutting down the game Minecraft have made the childhood cheerful
I’ve played this game for 10 years. I’ve loved every second of it. Today, for the first time, I beat the game. I cried when these credits played. This is more than a game. It is a dream
I've played Minecraft for years, always building bigger and better, but never taking the penultimate leap into the end portal I had set dozens of eyes into again and again. I kept thinking my gear needed to be perfect, the materials easier to gather etc. Tonight I decided the Enderdragon would fall, with little more than the Diamond tools I had on me, some healing stuff and a bucket of water. I finally took the leap and after some tense moments... won. Reading through the scroll really hit me. I was recently let go from a job so I haven't been feeling the best about myself. This talk that the scroll gave was exactly what I needed. Part of me knew that I mattered, that good things were only over the horizon... but it was good to hear from something so eloquently put. Thank you Minecraft, for all the good years, and to everyone else: Know that you are loved.
Really glad to find this posted here. One of my resource packs overrode the title sequence with "Season2?!" and nothing else. Glad I knew there was supposed to be more than that- couldn't imagine if I'd missed out on this beautiful poem after my first time beating this game :D
Notch, C418 and Julian, thank you. Thank you for converting this simple sandbox game and elevating it into something so much more meaningful. This game feels like a warm affectionate hug in this merciless world. I don't know how long I will live; I could die shortly after writing this or pass away decades later in my deathbed. But I will never forget how much joy this basic game has added to my life and cherish it for as long as my physical body allows me to. I always skipped these poems as a kid but as of late, the idea of me being the universe experiencing itself is so comforting. Each atom of my body is billions of years old and were forged in the cores of stars. It's like the universe has assembled me for this brief period to show me how vast and beautiful it is. In this extremely brief time that I have consciousness, I will never let go of the beautiful memories this little game has given me. I know all of this sounds very corny, but I couldn't hold Myself from expressing my strong feelings for this game.
I’ve had this game since 2011, I’m 16 now. I only killed the ender dragon for the first time yesterday with one of my best friends and god it was worth it. ‘Alpha’ is my absolute favourite song on the soundtrack and I knew there was a poem of sorts before the credits, but this. I nearly tested up. It was a pretty amazing experience. Thank you minecraft for it.
Cried like a baby, just like I did when I beat the game 8 years ago. This ending will always be something I hold extremely close to my heart. I'll always remember this "dream"
A friend of mine, informed me, that the girl I love, has found another boy. All these Weeks I tried to win her heart for me. I did everything I could. Hearing this, destroyed my day and broke me a little bit. Coming home from school today, I only felt sadness and anger. I didn't want to go to school tomorrow by any means. And then I finished Minecraft for the first time, today. These beatiful credits gave me the power and motivation to go on. I will stand my ground, careless how long this shit takes. I fucked it up the first time. The second one, I won't; atleast not without fighting for it.
This destroyed me emotionally. I have been playing this game on and off since I was around 11 years old. Only just now during a solo all achievements run did I see this at 25. I feel like Minecraft has always been there for my friends and I to play together. Maybe I was pulled to it because my ADHD and autism spectrum disorders gave me the desire for control, for solace, and for creativity. Oddly enough, just these last couple of years have I truly felt like I have woken up. Thank you Mojang for all of the amazing memories.
"And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up."
That moment when my true achievment of learned English is that I can now read the Minecraft End screen is interesing and nostalgic in same time. I honestly don't actually know if I had the opportunity or reason to read this as the kid who played Minecraft if I would have picked up the point of this text, I feel like it's only right that I'm reading it now.
If this one man didn't think of making this game, all of our lives would've been so different. Thank you Notch for making minecraft, from the bottom of my (and our) hearts.
i literally can't think of a better ending to a game this important, no cinematics or epic scene, just a poem reminding how beautiful the universe is and how complex we are as humans, that is all on us. We can dream, love and create, that's us playing the game of life, and through dreams we play better.
I've officially started a new survival world, a realm technically, with my friends since 1.18 released. This is after 100% completing the game on my old 4 year long survival world. I say this because, when we beat that dragon, that will truly mark the end of the old Minecraft. The end of the old era. Nearly every item, block, sound, texture, and mechanic has been changed. And now the new generation begins. Minecraft 2, if you will.
Reading this in the middle of the night, and sobbing. Sobbing bc this poem always struck me, always stuck with me since I first finished the game as a child. Ive beaten it many times before but I never skip the poem. It means so much to me. As someone who has depression, anxiety, and autism, this hits so differently. Through everything I’ve been through, I’ve finally been getting better. I have a very loving bf who I also love very much, and he reminds me of this poem. I feel like reading this poem the first time was a prediction for me meeting my bf. Anyways, I apologize for my rambling and how incoherent it is. To whoever is reading this, i love you. I wish you to live your best and happiest life. Get that dream job, dream partner if you want one, get your dream house or apartment. Of course, this is going to take a while, so get patience as well. Take care and have a lovely day or night
I actually just read all of that today lol
Treecko me too
Same
Treecko same I’m barely 23 minutes in
Same almost done 😅
SAME I JUST BEAT IT
You know it's a great game when you cry at the end credits.
ikr, like I’ve been playing for 7 years and never really read the end scenes and always finished the game with someone else.. but I just spent 4 hours beating the game and cried at the end 😭❤️❤️❤️
@@Jessica-zo3fw It's just...well you get a feeling you've never experienced before. You literally feel like you're in another world, fighting mobs and going on adventures. You get such a warm feeling inside while you're having the time of your life and all of a sudden, it's over. The end credits music definitely doesn't help either.
CRWE EWRC yeah I miss my gf and this is the only thing keeping me sane 8 years later and still such a great game here’s to Minecraft
CRWE EWRC i miss my friends from a server called wheelcraft.
Remembering them, making me cries.
I cried twice
And i am willing to cry till i die.
“and the Universe said I love you, because you are love.” goodnight that actually made me cry
i wanna get that as a tattoo :P
@@serenitym1895 I do?!
same omg-
@@duckaroonies1706 yesssss
Im just replaying to what she said, we are live, and we were all created by years abd years of love, slowing evolving love, and k ow look at us. So many problems yet so many solutions, and we are not alone. We never were. Human kind is very unique and will always be, from the horses, to cars trains, to arioplanes, all the way to spaceships. We will evolve, we will explore and we will do what's right for mankind
The game basically told us to "Touch Grass" but in a heartwarming and motivational way.
Touching grass wasn’t even a thing back then
I think what it was saying was that “you have accomplished the fullest within the game, therefore you can accomplish the fullest in life.”
@@neutrin0329and start by going outside and touching some grass
It was more abt saying that we are the universe experiencing itself so we aren’t just touching grass, we are made of the same stuff as the grass and earth and sun and everything in the universe kinda thing.
@@OutsideZe you missed the joke
"And the universe said I love you. Because you are love" goes so unbelievably hard. Like, genuinely fire writing
because its truth ♥
Minecraft is not just a game, its dreams
Sad ending
It’s Dream’s Dream
Minecraft IS a dream, Steve worked at a mine and all of a sudden a big explosion knocked him into a coma, So that means Minecraft is made up of Steve’s dreams, Mods are more fantastical in his mind.
What about the big dream? What about the life? What if those two things which thought so underdeveloped that they called us or the player 'it' are not the part of the game? What if they wanted the creator of Minecraft to write that in the endscreen but the creator always thought that he wrote it? Also i am not delusional,i have just seen too many videos that i think what is the answer of all these questions?
Its a DREAMM~
These end credits may have been one of the few things that made me decide to live... Honestly..
Same...
it will get better if you want to talk i’ll give you my snap
Plz read my comment on the vid ok then u see why I think the same
Perhaps when we wake up from this dream of life everything gets put into prospective like this
saved me from so much. i feel you, i love you.
Today, I just killed the Ender Dragon for the first time ever, I've heard of a poem in the credits. I went back home anticipating it but I didn't expect to see a poem that hit me so hard that I cried several times. Why I haven't done this before? Why did it take me almost a decade to actually try and finish Minecraft?
You are weird. GET HELP NOW!
@@mightypurplelicious3209 ikr
This just motivates me more to try and finally finish Minecraft. I've always been idly surviving, not attempting to build into the end and defeat the ender dragon. Though I shall, one day and soon. It's been nearly a decade for me since I've started.
@@petalleaf2808 but elytra is like the coolest thing why not work towards it
@@NishchayG I could forego the ability to fly. Anyways, whenever I wanted to try it out I just go creative mode.
I remember in 3rd grade, my life went down hill very sharply, my grandmother died, my grades declined sharply and my parents seemed like they were always mad at me. And I can’t believe how awful that year of my life was. Then I beat the ender dragon. And I saw the text. Instead of skipping, I watched and read the whole thing. And it made me feel loved. And I started to get better. And now my life is better.
And I feel like Minecraft had a part in that
Stay strong! ♥
Have a wonderful life.
You got this!
So how’s life today?
i hope you are doing good my man
"It doesnt matter if you got a diamond or dirt hut. If you place a furnace next to a crafting table, its a home."
~Albert Einstein~
Albert Einstein loved Minecraft too? :D good boy
"I did not say that shit" ~Albert Einstein
"The problem with quotes on the internet is you never know they are real."
-William Shakespeare
"thats bullshit" -sun tzu
“Dam” -me
I never knew Minecraft was a depression-fighting game! So deep!
Ikr!!! the words at the end tho, my heart is melting :,)
And schools say that games are bad....
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This and Dark Souls
Oddly enough I'm just coming to the conclusion now that everytime in my life I go through something difficult and fall into this pit of self loathing and depression I'll always start playing minecraft and will always forget about whatever has been putting me down while I play. I've done this several times over the last decade and finally just noticing the trend now... interesting... and yes I'm in a slump right now, hence why I'm probably here rewatching the credits of minecraft...
I officially beat the game today for the first time.
Thou hast luck, my stronghold is sadly a shitty one...
*claps* good job :)
Same
I officially beat it for the first time today
Me too just now, its fast as shit I can’t read the entire poem lmao
This ending, the conclusion we didn’t expect but ultimately needed. A lesson on how important we are to the world and to not forget that. Or at least that’s what I got from it Ion know lol
what lesson?
Did you not pay attention at all?
@@leepicgamer8399no
💀💀💀@@mhz163
Nonono you’re right bro
“And the universe said you are not alone”
This helped honestly
how u doin bud
Bro how are you doing today..
sadge
60 years later :
"Grandfather, what is this video?"
Me : "Let me tell you about a great story of Minecraft."
Yeah
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@@rookiesus yeah WISH
Ah yes the good ol days
I've literally never beaten the game before and decided to just kill the ender dragon on creative mode and man i was not expecting this emotional rollercoaster
the music and the words made me feel ashamed for cheating
Same..
painfully honest comment
@@milk4lyfe the poem seems to encourage "dreaming" (playing the game) in whatever way you want
C418 is a genius. Without this music, it wouldnt be so heart-breaking like it is.
no matter how long or drawn out these credits may be, i’ll always find the time to read them. it’s a beautiful message, a beautiful poem, a beautiful game.
And yours is a beautiful comment
I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
This is when I realized that Minecraft isn't just a game. It's something that transpired to become emotions, memories, and something which will be remembered forever by all of us.
“And the universe said I love you, because you are love.” Mixed with this music and this poem, I have been crying for the past 27 minutes.
I read it for the first time today despite playing and finishing minecraft multiple times vanilla and modded. It made me tear up and I had to hold back from crying. The music and everything, it just put everything in perspective for me. Such a beautiful message. Sometimes with the monotony of daily life we forget the important things in life, and this game and poem reminded me of those important things. It told me something I don't hear often, it touched my heart and I'm honoured to have been able to play minecraft and discover it.
🧢🧢🧢🧢
Why u capping
I just read it and cried through the whole thing, Didnt know that it was going so deep
In 20 years from now, maybe you might see this again. Thinking, how far you have gotten from watching this video from become successful, or maybe soon to be successful. Any children reading this. I know you're having mixed thoughts about this pandemic. Don't deny it, because its true, trust me, you know what I am talking about. Live you life how you like. Don't listen to the people who bring you down, make their critism make you higher then them. The only reason they do that to you, is because they have nothing better to do. This should make you feel better, happier, and or higher. In the end, sooner or later, you will become friends... unless you're a girl. (That was a joke) Anyways, I know this is a youtube comment, and I am just a random person. I know how it feels, I once was a child and once was a teen. Keep doing what makes you happy, just don't get carried away, like what happened to me. Live your life, help people out, make people happy, maybe even help yourself, make yourself have a purpose. We all know you can do it, anyone can, especially you. Good luck to whoever read this comment, and I hope you have a great life. Remember, bullies, and haters will only bring you higher. They do it because that's how they get happy.
Love you all, this is Carson,
Have a great day, month, year, decade, and life :)
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Minecraft fans out there, this is for you!
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To the first block We placed
To the first house we built
To the first time we crafted something
To the first mob we killed
To the first time we survived the night
To the first coal we mined
To the first time we died cause of a creeper
To the first time we died of fall damage
To the first time we mined iron
To the first Armour set me crafted
To the first village we found
To the first villager we killed
To the first nether portal we built
To the first diamond sword we crafted
To the first iron golem we killed
To the first pigman we tried to hit but got attacked by 12 of them
To the first time we got killed by a iron golem
To the first time that we tamed a wolf that is still waiting for u till this day
To the first time we visited that nether fortress
To the first time we killed a blaze
To the first time we killed a ghast
To the first wither skeleton we killed
To the first dungeon we found
And to the time when we would play Minecraft with our friend after school And go in to creative mode and kill the enderdragon
And to the time when we thought herobrine was real
And to the first enderdragon we killed
Thanks Minecraft u will always be in our hearts 💞
Thank you for reading the comment :)
Thank you. You've brought tears to my eyes
:)
this hit hard, I've never taken time to actually read the credits. Today I did, and i read your comment to. I will remember this. The one game and youtube comment that made me cry.
Happy tears :) , you earned a sub!
Thank you, we all needed that...
The nostalgias makes me cry omg..
The fact that you can skip these credits should be illegal.
Yup you right
It would be a inconvenience for speedrunner but you got the point
@@huitjaitjioe6357 i mean you can stop the timer when the dragon HP goes down to 0
@@huitjaitjioe6357 nah i think the speedrun ends when you enter the portal or something.
I've never tried skipping them... never even considered it
“And the universe said I love you because you are love.”
That’s gonna be my senior quote.
The overwhelming amount of emotional sentience captured in this phrase is extraordinary.
the credits aren't just perfect, they are emotionally great. the music fits in so well. the end is just perfect. even though people see minecraft as sponge sucked with money, extracting it in form of streams, not really everyone gets its concept. it wasn't made to be speedran. it was made to bring memories and do things in infinite scale. what do you get from killing an ender dragon? nothing, is the correct answer. the only thing you get from minecraft is the game itself, not just killing, destruction or speedrunning. minecraft is a unique game. they just made this game for people. it was made for fun and that sense of adventure you get from exploring it together with it's great concept. it doesn't matter if you start playing it as a child or as an adult, it will always have it's nostalgic meaning. even in a thousand years, it won't lose any of the nostalgic value. some have stored those memories here of their parents, grandparents, kids, grandkids. and while someone argue that this may just be a game, well, who am I to tell you that it isn't? it really is, however a really special one at that. it's all about your friends, family, or any other closer relatives, hell, perhaps even the animal ones, all unified by this game.
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Thats right you are the one who understand minecraft you wrote a perfect comment
Minecraft may be the best game of all time.
Your describing way is awesome man i loved it
@@Hypernotfound me too. i played Minecraft alpha while listening to this music and cried.
Minecraft would’ve never been nearly as good without C418’s Genius
I'm 12. I honestly didn't know what it meant at first, when I started playing minecraft. Until I realized, it's about life. Minecraft is teaching us so many things, and I'm glad it's here.
We only have 1 life. Cherish it. Remember that you are loved.
That moment when the simulation ends and you wake up.
Same, I’m 11 and every time I killed the dragon in creative and never read the whole conversation do I decided to watch this and honestly my soon arising depression was just prevented from game credits.
False, we only have one death, we live everyday...
@@mtadct y-- you used a different word with a different meaning though... life is a noun, live is a verb. In telling someone they are wrong not only did you fail to prove they were wrong, you yourself did a whole seperate wrong thing. It's like wrongception over here
it actually states that everything is the universe.. that we all came from stardust and that we are universe, the universe is love so we are love too
I think we sometimes forget everything is real, I think we sometimes forget that this earth we live in is not a video game. I think we sometimes forget how much the littlest things will mean to us in the future. After you have read what I have said. I want you to take some time by yourself, and try to remember your greatest memory you had as a kid, how much does it mean now?
I understand that this comment will be lost in the sea of other comments. But if you are reading this, thank you.
I remember at the age of 4 or 5, I downloaded Minecraft. I remember my first house I built, and my first tree I cut down, and my first piece of coal I mined. It might not sound like much, but it really is.
Thank you Minecraft...
Thank you for all the memories, all the games I played, all the things I learnt and all the friends I made..
monke
@XxMidnightoceanxX I'm glad to hear this is making people happy.
this comment isn't gonna be forget, at least not by me
one of my best memories was watching my brothers play games, from Prince of Persia on PC, tomb raider on PS2, assassins creed on xbox... I watched it all. I never really played (because I suck at video games), but I never felt like I experienced any less because of it. I was happy because we were all together. We've all grown up now, and we've somewhat grown apart as adults do. But I'll never forget those evenings we spent together, and no matter how far away they are, I'll always be close to them. No matter what
This comment is gonna be one of those memories
"And the universe said I love you because you are love."
God bless you Minecraft. My greatest mistake was putting you down for a few years. Thank you, for helping me through hell and back. Thank you, for keeping me alive.
I just ended the game today, to be honest at first i didnt want to play Minecraft. "Its boring" i said. But then i started playing with my brother, each time i played i wanted to play more, i got hyped by finding diamonds, i got hyped by founding the Blaze, i got hyped by finding the portal to the End. And now its one of the best games i have ever played, all those experiences, even if you pass by though times you will always succes if you persevere and if you stay determined. I had full diamonds armor and my sword, my brother had his own armor and his sword, "the ender dragon killer". And we died, we thought everything was lost, everything we have worked for was wasted. But i didnt give up, i knew our things were still there, i knew that everything we did had to be worth it. And we appeared at our house, with our dogs, cats, our fish, and our fox family cheering us. And we returned, we did another long journey, we found the portal again, and we found our things again. We did a fast house at the End, created a plan, and we succeed, the last hit was done by "the ender dragon killer" and we did it, all those diamonds i looked for, all those potions i created, all those experience i used, everything was worth it...
And then the credits, those lines that we cant still fully understand, we need to live our lives, we dont need to give up, and thats what Minecraft wants to teach us. The determination, the courage, the company, something that we will never forget thanks to this game.
Minecraft is a game only few understand from the power to create anything to getting mad over a few pixels but, the real meaning of the ending is that minecraft is trying to tell you something that you have all it takes to build construct survive in the real world Games and reality are bother dreams they both end at some point and minecraft is about what you choose to believe and I, myself believe that minecraft is a game trying to tell you that if you wanted to, you could do anything from building to pvp there is no limit Same with real life both games, but only 1 of them you can play again and that’s the Beauty of Minecraft thank you Notch.
The credits try to show you that you can play again in Minecraft. But in real life, you don't. So it says "wake up" has a way to say "go live life and be happy".
I think after you die two gods tell you this and boom ur reborn as someone else
YES THAT IS SO TURE
Plz read my comment dude
@@ceoofdieng1905 9 months later, lol
@@tqllymobile1989 also u should sub to my channel and look at my vids
who dislikes one of the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing story’s of all of the gaming history, get out of your dream, wake up
Not your. Our dream. We are the universe.
It’s almost like.. this game was gifted to us.. by something beyond this mortal life.. I feel like it’s specifically talking to me.. and the words we can’t read yet.. we’ll be able to read at a “higher level” or after death when everything becomes clear.. sorry I got deep there for a sec.. finger slipped.
😳
And after the credits ended, you wake up, back at your base. And in that moment you realize, the adventure isn’t over yet. Its only just begun
Ah Frick, I can't stop crying. I miss playing Minecraft. Having the time of our life's as kids, not a care in the world. We build up in game from nothing, and created our own stories in our heads.
We crafted and baked. Gathered and built. We tamed dogs and cats. Cried and laughed, we felt feelings. It's hard to express, but Minecraft if far more than just a game. It helps people feel, helps people connect, its like we are just one big family.
We all care, and help one another. I love these people, and will never forget the times I've had along side this game and it's players.
Maybe, one day, we could pass this on to our own children and let them explore the world of Minecraft like we once did.
Let them experience the game just like back in 2009, full of joy and excitement, ready to place their first ever block.
m'I na 3l0455A yes bro
What you lost your arms? You can’t play anymore? I’ll never stop playing Minecraft. I may take multi month breaks, but that’s all they ever are. Minecraft can be played whenever. You have no time limit. Don’t stop unless you want to.
I’d love to but sadly I hate children and plan on never having any nor adopting one.
@@pand3m0nium_41 honestly same but if my friends or siblings have kids I'm introducing minecraft to them 😌
@@StupidlyAnxious Same.
“Don’t cry because its over, smile because it happened.”
-Dr Seuss
unoriginal comment bro this is literally everywhere :/
And if i cry happy tears?
@@tord6582 yeh
-Dr sus
@@GlazedBee we don’t care.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
By the things that you didn’t do than the ones you
Did do. So throw off the bow lines. Sail away from the
Safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover. -unknown
Spikle _ mark twain
@@jxck3335 mojang removed the ''-Mark Twain''. i don't know why.
its hard to take you seriously with that PFP
@@dema636 ikr
your pfp 😦
No one can deny that this is the best credit scene ever created by any game, and the music in the background just made it better
Mojang took a big W on this one guys
I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
K now tell me where you copy and pasted it
@@tickygo I copy/pasted that off of a Reddit post.
👌
Ur crazy
Dude...
This is one of my comments on another video. This just reminded me of it, and I need some info on how to live on like this. Here it is:
I miss my friend. We played Minecraft for hours, and we beat the game hundreds of times, but we never read this. He died in a crash, and I beat the game, for the first time, without him. And so i wrote down the credits and read it at his funeral. No one noticed the importance of the words. They thought i was tormented by my loss. I wasn't. I was more than tormented. I was so torn that i believed that I was a normal person. But, something clicked. I noticed that his death was, in the words of my favorite game, "a temporary inconvenience" in life. He respawned. He and I might not meet again, but I will always think of him, and I know he will remember this game and find someone else to play with. I have woken up. I have respawned.
I am the player, and the world is my Minecraft.
we need more people like you in this world
@@DanteDMCry34 i know.
@@markissuffering ur a awesome person dude
@@DanteDMCry34 heh, thanks alot!
@@markissuffering wanna be friends ? if yes do u have Discord ?
My parent just asked what I was reading. Im still trying to find a way to tell them its minecraft.
i got diagnosed with depression, and i struggled with it so much, and I still do, and the words at the end made me cry so much. i absolutely love this game, the friends it brought me, the memories and just everything.
Same. The ending is genuinely one of the most beautiful things when you can understand how it's trying to teach you how you are loved. You may not be able to fully understand it which is why some words are censored. But the main message is still there. *"The universe said I love you, because you are love."*
Thank you Markus.
Very cool
and Thank you Julian.
C418 too
@@terminalgoat232 he played a much bigger role then a lot of people can possibly realise.
And Jens
I beat the game for the first time like a few minutes ago with my friends and I still feel proud of myself. I will never forget about that moment.
gradulations! I am proud of you. I've been playing for 6 years and still didn't manage to do it... ;(
Minecraft is Special in so many ways. firstly, it is a sandbox game which is simple but has so many possibilities. I won't go very in-depth in this part though. The part I want to talk about is this, the end poem. It is so meaningful, especially after you have beaten the dragon for the first time. You remember all of the things you did, all of the times you messed up. All of the memories, from start to now. You remember you still have many more things to do, in game, and in life. The end poem is awesome. It is the thing nobody really asked for. Nobody that I know of said that we should have an end poem. But we did, and it was super meaningful.
Too bad so many people just skip it, I read it all the way through h entire time.
...i........ i have almost cried
@@chewy99. I read it after playing Minecraft for around 8 years and it wasnt really touching me tbh. It was okayish
This game touched all of our hearts at some point.
This is very emotional.
It brings tears to my eyes
as I am reading the poem.
Thank you Mojang. For this amazing experience.
Thank you notch, for the piece of heaven you saw in your head and made a reality
-Vacucumber
Ah the ending music. Perhaps one of the less appreciated but best tracks of the game.
It's a beautiful poem. I cry every time I see it after beating a world. This poem has helped me through some hard times in life tbh.
Today I killed ender dragon for the first time. The poem hit me hard, I didn't skip the credits, the text after the credits gave me a hope to live. Thank you Minecraft 🌹
Congrats! 🎊
When you see your sibling kill the ender dragon for the first time and you remember you killing the ender dragon for the first time alone without any help. Then they go in the portal and see the credits
Finally, after pussying out for 8 years I have finally prepared and slain the Ender Dragon, the credits hit a lot harder then it did, all those worlds I made, all the wolfs and cats I’ve befriended, the amount of exploration and those periods of never returning, then coming back to play for a bit. I never thought I would beat the game.
But I guess that’s what the end is, a leap of faith that you must take in life when you feel like you can take on the most brutal in the world. It might take forever, but when you finally gather that courage, you can do amazing things. Every interaction of life will lead to a point where you must give it you all, then, that is the end. But is there an end? Or can you simply dream for more?
I just want to say this when I was younger I was suicidal for years but one thin that kept me going was my mine craft world and I had the same world for 3 years and I wanted nothing more than to beat it so I could end it all but when I beat it finally I thought if this was going to be the last thing I saw I wanted to see the credits so I was crying by the time that the credits were done and then I thought life was going to be ok and so here I am now 5 years later doing alright with my life
I’m so glad for you! That must have been tough but it shows how strong you are because you made it through.
And parents say Minecraft is just some video game.
as a kid i never cared for these credits and thought they were too long. now that im older and i sit down to actually read everything its like damn this is deep
Minecraft: *I'm gonna make you cry, but also me...*
lol i actually read in game credits today actually
Shit me too lmao
Just some guy with a hood I just defeated the Ender Dragon today.
There honestly aren’t a lot of things that can make me cry, and yet here I am, crying because of the end credits of minecraft.
We thought beating the Dragon is the Endboss, but we got older now we know what it is, its growing up
the fbi: we see you crying but its ok cause we crying too
You are weird. GET HELP NOW!
@@rieldebonk1044 read the room
Great music, I read the whole poem and liked :)
These 27 minutes are the embodiment of excitement.
I remember seeing this when I was little...
"And the universe says "I love you"
And the universe said you played the game well
And the universe said everything you need is within you
And the universe said you are stronger than you know
And the universe said you are the daylight
And the universe said you are the night
And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
And the universe said the light you seek is within you
And the universe said you are not alone
And the universe said you are not seperate from every other things
And the universe said you are the universe, tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
And the universe said I love you because you are love
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up."
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
The music really makes this
So many memories and childhoods were made from this incredible game
Yes bro I was just a kid the first time I played this amazing game now I’m 20 years old
I revisited this since I’m turning 18 soon. I can’t help but just read it and cry. I kinda had a crappy upbringing- I was bullied at the time and I had a very abusive dad who was also a raging alcoholic. My mom seperated from him, but for that christmas she saved up enough money to buy me an xbox 360 and minecraft. I remember when I first beat minecraft and read this poem the whole way through. I cried then, but in a totally different way. I cried because I thought this was the end of the game. I cry now because I know that this is the end to my childhood as I grow into an adult. Minecraft means so much to me and it helped me through really tough times growing up. This poem will forever be dear to me. Not only did it help me cope, but it’s a memory of my childhood in it’s good aspects and how it allowed me to escape. It’s so beautiful.
The music is so calming and relaxing. Sometimes even a bit sad
The names Altha (idk how to spell.)
this end credits theme has shown us how far we have come,from a single lonely cave to the great end dimensions,and from the single piece of woods to the tough netherite
sheep's to dragon
farm to grinder
dirt hut to giant fortress
and most special
scream of fear to laughing in joy before completely shutting down the game
Minecraft have made the childhood cheerful
i was going to watch this whole thing , but the first lines already made me tear up , and im thinking , maybe i should complete minecraft first xd
complet Minecraft first, beat the ender dragon, remember everything u did on that world, do it by ur self, you wont regret it, the feeling is amazing
DanteDMCry can‘t stop crying and having an existencial crisis :( after also watching game theory‘s video and now listening to this music
you can't complete minecraft, but first kill the dragon without cheats before reading this. it'll be more meaningful.
I’ve played this game for 10 years. I’ve loved every second of it. Today, for the first time, I beat the game. I cried when these credits played. This is more than a game. It is a dream
I've played Minecraft for years, always building bigger and better, but never taking the penultimate leap into the end portal I had set dozens of eyes into again and again. I kept thinking my gear needed to be perfect, the materials easier to gather etc. Tonight I decided the Enderdragon would fall, with little more than the Diamond tools I had on me, some healing stuff and a bucket of water. I finally took the leap and after some tense moments... won. Reading through the scroll really hit me. I was recently let go from a job so I haven't been feeling the best about myself. This talk that the scroll gave was exactly what I needed. Part of me knew that I mattered, that good things were only over the horizon... but it was good to hear from something so eloquently put. Thank you Minecraft, for all the good years, and to everyone else: Know that you are loved.
Absolutely magical how the end poem provided lore and conclusion to a game that doesn’t really have a plot
After 10 years I finally beat the game I’m so happy rn
honestly. since minecraft is giving players hats for achievements in minecraft bedrock now, you should get an item for reading this entire masterpiece
Really glad to find this posted here. One of my resource packs overrode the title sequence with "Season2?!" and nothing else. Glad I knew there was supposed to be more than that- couldn't imagine if I'd missed out on this beautiful poem after my first time beating this game :D
The song is giving me so much nostalgia, I am almost crying.
"Wake up." Chills every time
People are going very deep with there comments, I just wanted to see how long this was.
True, I came here because tge credit on my computer won't stop coming
The reality of Minecraft's end poem is so meaningful
Minecraft was never a game for steve, he owns his game
Notch, C418 and Julian, thank you. Thank you for converting this simple sandbox game and elevating it into something so much more meaningful. This game feels like a warm affectionate hug in this merciless world. I don't know how long I will live; I could die shortly after writing this or pass away decades later in my deathbed. But I will never forget how much joy this basic game has added to my life and cherish it for as long as my physical body allows me to.
I always skipped these poems as a kid but as of late, the idea of me being the universe experiencing itself is so comforting. Each atom of my body is billions of years old and were forged in the cores of stars. It's like the universe has assembled me for this brief period to show me how vast and beautiful it is. In this extremely brief time that I have consciousness, I will never let go of the beautiful memories this little game has given me.
I know all of this sounds very corny, but I couldn't hold Myself from expressing my strong feelings for this game.
I’ve had this game since 2011, I’m 16 now. I only killed the ender dragon for the first time yesterday with one of my best friends and god it was worth it. ‘Alpha’ is my absolute favourite song on the soundtrack and I knew there was a poem of sorts before the credits, but this. I nearly tested up. It was a pretty amazing experience. Thank you minecraft for it.
26:31 everyone mentions the poem, but this. THIS has got to be one of my favorite quotes of all time.
Cried like a baby, just like I did when I beat the game 8 years ago.
This ending will always be something I hold extremely close to my heart.
I'll always remember this "dream"
I cry to minecraft music now-when I happy I just put on and sob
I needed that today, man. It's been tough. Minecraft is such a game.
A friend of mine, informed me, that the girl I love, has found another boy. All these Weeks I tried to win her heart for me. I did everything I could. Hearing this, destroyed my day and broke me a little bit. Coming home from school today, I only felt sadness and anger. I didn't want to go to school tomorrow by any means. And then I finished Minecraft for the first time, today. These beatiful credits gave me the power and motivation to go on. I will stand my ground, careless how long this shit takes. I fucked it up the first time. The second one, I won't; atleast not without fighting for it.
I didnt understand the credits until i was 18 years old, and then it all hits at once, crying now
Im 15 almost 16 and fully read it today for the first time and realised how deep they actually are.
Same bro, turned 18 a month ago and, damn
This destroyed me emotionally. I have been playing this game on and off since I was around 11 years old. Only just now during a solo all achievements run did I see this at 25. I feel like Minecraft has always been there for my friends and I to play together. Maybe I was pulled to it because my ADHD and autism spectrum disorders gave me the desire for control, for solace, and for creativity. Oddly enough, just these last couple of years have I truly felt like I have woken up. Thank you Mojang for all of the amazing memories.
"And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up."
'its just a game"
oh, how very wrong you were, mother. how very wrong.
That moment when my true achievment of learned English is that I can now read the Minecraft End screen is interesing and nostalgic in same time.
I honestly don't actually know if I had the opportunity or reason to read this as the kid who played Minecraft if I would have picked up the point of this text, I feel like it's only right that I'm reading it now.
AW I have no idea who you are but I'm so proud of you
you are the universe experiencing itself. change yourself and change the world
Here’s to an awesome game, filled with amazing memories
Thank you, Minecraft.
I love how it feels like it talking to you and not the in-game you
Minecraft was the most fun when you didn‘t know so much about the game and you had to discover everything
I finally truly beat the game after eight years of playing it. Thank you Minecraft for everything.
Wait the music is different from what I remember
The music was implemented in 1.7.2, it was silent before
@@morgan0__o it makes the end credits more beautiful
The only moment in Minecraft that i cried, losing hardcore world is nothing compared to reading the end credits.
If this one man didn't think of making this game, all of our lives would've been so different.
Thank you Notch for making minecraft, from the bottom of my (and our) hearts.
i literally can't think of a better ending to a game this important, no cinematics or epic scene, just a poem reminding how beautiful the universe is and how complex we are as humans, that is all on us.
We can dream, love and create, that's us playing the game of life, and through dreams we play better.
I've officially started a new survival world, a realm technically, with my friends since 1.18 released. This is after 100% completing the game on my old 4 year long survival world. I say this because, when we beat that dragon, that will truly mark the end of the old Minecraft. The end of the old era. Nearly every item, block, sound, texture, and mechanic has been changed. And now the new generation begins.
Minecraft 2, if you will.
Reading this in the middle of the night, and sobbing. Sobbing bc this poem always struck me, always stuck with me since I first finished the game as a child. Ive beaten it many times before but I never skip the poem. It means so much to me. As someone who has depression, anxiety, and autism, this hits so differently. Through everything I’ve been through, I’ve finally been getting better. I have a very loving bf who I also love very much, and he reminds me of this poem. I feel like reading this poem the first time was a prediction for me meeting my bf. Anyways, I apologize for my rambling and how incoherent it is. To whoever is reading this, i love you. I wish you to live your best and happiest life. Get that dream job, dream partner if you want one, get your dream house or apartment. Of course, this is going to take a while, so get patience as well. Take care and have a lovely day or night