“Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”

“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”

At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said,
“It made a difference for that one.”
Loren Eiseley

Brave started out as a hope for a bunch of new players that they could make a big splash in the game and have fun doing it.  Personally, I think they succeeded, for a time.  But the splash fell back into the pool and it turned out that the pool was a turbulent ocean.  Things changed, they changed, and the drama happened.

I wasn’t there, I didn’t have an oar on that boat but I watched and chatted with folks who left and who stayed.  Some remembered the thrill of the jump into the water, the wanting to make the splash.  They never planned to swim with the sharks . . . it was that moment of anticipation and the plunge and encouraging others to do the same.  I have stood in a lake and said ‘come on in, the water is fine’ and meant it even though I knew it was cold and harsh and rocky on the bottom.

So here I am, on the shore, handing out inflatable duckies in rookie help chat and pointing towards the deep waters.  Throwing starfish.  And now I have another pool to throw them towards.  Oh it is still gonna be pvp, it is still going to be a cold shock to their system and some will sink to the bottom . . . but here, kid, have a ducky and head that way.

Enthusiasm that was, for a time, diminished in the drama of Brave has flared up again and I like it.  I hope they last and flourish and I will send newbies their way when I can because I know these folks.  I do mention Brave and Pandemic Horde and Goons, and Eve Uni and others when asked although I never recruit in Rookie Chat as that is forbidden.

Will they make it?  Well that takes me back to the starfish story I quoted at the top.  Does it matter?  If they get one or five or a hundred folks into the game and loving pvp then they won because they changed things for that one/five/hundred starfish.  They don’t have to make waves that reach from the north to the south of New Eden.  They make their changes one starfish at a time.  Maybe one of them will grow to be a famous FC or leader of another Alliance.  Maybe not, but they will have got their start because there were folks there to help, to lend a hand, to throw a starfish into the stars.

fly it like you won it




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1 Response to Starfish

  1. Catalina de Erauso says:

    If I had to find myself on the beach, I’d rather not be a starfish. Maybe a seagull? Then I would soar above the waves…

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