One can leave the sick bed behind in a single bound, but its not really a matter of gain and loss. Can you tell when its on a treadmill with a carrot in front and a stick behind? Can you tell when there is no carrot and no stick, when its cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown, walking on the side of a mountain for the hell of it?
We may not be able to pin a cloud to the sky, but at any given moment, from a particular place, the horizon is complete, nothing out of place. From the bottom of a well or from the peak of a mountain, no winners no losers. Some noticed it, others did not.
Some might call seeing all this an attainment, someone might even be given an old robe. Another might have been questioned to death. Catching onself trying to polish a brick into a mirror had the effect of a knife thrust. Plenty of drama!
Obviously something is at stake, but its not a matter of gain and loss, winning or losing, so what is it?
While most players carefully guard their hands, a few thieves come and go. Some thieves will rob your hand and take your winnings. But there is another kind of thief. Like the dealer, they have no personal stake. To be robbed by such a thief is a gift: freedom without an accounting. There are no winners or losers sitting around at the courtyard under the oak tree.
Some will call foul when the rules of cause and effect are suspended. Some want their music counted out with no syncopation. Its only us who threw our stake on the table and applied our best spin to it. Trying to get a leg up on the rest. Doing it my way takes a strategy. Ready to take my ball home if it doesn’t work out. Dropping that shit is not a loss. But neither does it give anyone an advantage, or set them up for a win.
Submitted September 23, 2020 at 08:21AM by rockytimber https://ift.tt/3iV6EER
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