The Game
Man will kill for it. He will steal for it. He will lie, cheat, and beg for it. Man has built monuments unto it, has raised
palaces for it, and has waged wars because of it. Man has sculpted rock and painted canvas for
its sake. He has written obscure poems,
tragic plays, and voluminous novels about it.
Man will endure all manner of hardships to pursue it. He will engage himself in endless varieties
of contests to prove his worthiness of it.
He will climb treacherous mountains, sail fathomless seas, and cross
lifeless deserts in search of it.
Man will empty his pockets, relinquish his
power, and shun his fame to obtain
it. Man will go to any extreme required -
he will give up his life or even his soul - to receive this thing which has no
boundaries, no method of being measured, no universally recognized features,
and no accepted definition. Why does man
go through so much for such an ambiguous reward? Man, I’m sure, will never understand this
game. He will simply continue to play
and continue to lose and thus will never figure out the rules or a way to
win. Why must man torture himself so
simply for the love of a woman?
January 28, 1990