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This game puzzles me. It puzzles me because I do not feel anger when I play it. Not once in my experience with this game have I ever felt like destroying something because I failed to accomplish something. I think it is because I have grown up watching streamers and Youtubers play this game, and feel immense anger. I've seen Markiplier throw his mouse at his wall, and this thought has never crossed my mind. On my first playthrough of this game, I was stuck at the orange part, after the furniture. I tried and I tried my hardest to climb those rocks and kept failing, but not once did I feel hatred towards the games developer. It was only when I reached the end that I truly felt "anger", not because the ending section was hard, but because I had been told in every conversation and review relating to this game, it had been described as infuriating and rage inducing. And yet I felt nothing. As of the time when I am writing this review, I have completed this game 20 times. And every time I come back to it, I feel as if I am a blind man staring at Michelangelo's David, unable to see its beauty and magnificence. Because this game is art, all games are art, but some games are modern art, just throwing things around with no rhyme or reason with people saying there's a meaning, or that the beauty is that there is no meaning. This is not one of those games, it is more akin to the works of Picasso, in that it's meaning is more abstract than anything. And yet whenever I play it and feel nothing, I do feel that I am spitting on his work. As I write this, I am reminded of something Bennet Foddy says when you reach the chimney, where he describes the process of creating this game, and says that his inability to surpass the obstacles he has made is his fault as a player, rather than a developer. I feel similar in that respect, because everyone else seems to feel intense anger and rage when playing this, and yet I do not. My inability to feel anger while playing this game is not his fault, as the developer, but mine, as the player. It is my fault. I am blind, while everyone else can see. This game is truly a work of art, but it is one I cannot truly appreciate, and in this respect I feel remorse, remorse that I will never be able to see this game as so many others have, as Bennet has intended for me to see it. Perhaps I shall one day understand why, but for now, I remain unenlightened.