In The Game of Life

In the game of life there are no winners or losers. It's all a matter of playing the game.

I've been around. A long, long time. Not always participating but certainly keeping an eye on things as is my right or even perhaps duty. All sorts of things come and go, all in their own time, at their own pace. It's really amazing to watch the orchestra play. Not necessarily the music to be heard which results from the cacophony of particular interests but in the depth and breath of how the puzzle comes together. There is no puzzle of course but let's not go there.

Stripping bare purpose and plan since there are always those to contend with, a peek behind and beyond the veil is not something typically worthy of note. It is all I see and so as the day-to-day life unfolds for the inhabitants I play along and yet leaving no footprints behind. There is a ghost in the machine and it is not I¹.

Busy, busy, busy go the wheel and wheels of time. The hamster never tires fully expecting to get somewhere never looking back nor ahead. Not even the present.

And yet here we are expressing our little selves out into the Universe fully expecting a response and more importantly, validation. So let me give it to you.

You are amazing and have been doing a wonderful job. Thank you.

Can we please move on now?