Epiphanies And Games

From Dictionary.com:


3. a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience

Epiphanies happen all the time. This sudden insight can be a bold, extreme flash of realization. Some call it a BGO, a Blinding Glimpse of The Obvious.

This morning while in that narrow, hazy world between sleep and waking, I had one of those epiphanies. I realized that it doesn’t matter whether the universe began with a big bang, or that believing in biological evolution makes any difference whatsoever to the eventual fate of the universe. All this stuff just doesn’t matter.

The epiphany is that life is a game. Live is a brutal game. I think it is all about life and death, power and wealth, love and hate, etc. Note that there are different games you can play, and you can make up your own game!

Some of us chose to concentrate on power and wealth. Others go the love/hate route. I have always gone the game of random occurrence, or accepting whatever would come along.

At some age, we make a choice of the game we will play for the rest of our lives, and a lot of that depends on who we are, and what game our parents played. No surprise, there, but we don’t have to play our parents’ game. Even after we have been molded early in life, we can choose to change our game.

We are not tied to the game we started, and we don’t have to settle for one game. We can play several of them, and most people do.

So, what game are you playing, and who wrote the rules? Or, are there even any rules, whatsoever, for our life games?

Many of these rules change from country to country, culture to culture, and from time to time. Most people and cultures have a rules against killing other people, or stealing, or adultery.

Killing one’s enemies, or lying to those outside our culture or religion is acceptable to some, especially those tribal cultures with whom we are battling terrorism. They are just playing the same game their parents played. So, who is right?

If we don’t like the game we are playing, we can find another one, or we can change the rules. Why should we be constricted by such ideas as honesty, or ethical behavior whatever that is?

On the other hand, when it is all over and the universe has either blown up or collapsed, what will it matter what game we played in life, and who won?

Maybe it really is not about who won or lost. Maybe it really is all about how you played the game. Maybe it is all about the rules you follow.

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