Posted on July 23, 2022
I approach a wind-swept mountaintop. On it stand a bard and a monk. I have come to speak with them about what anyone else would. Before I can get a word in, they begin:
Bard: In any game of cash and kings, some will win, and some will lose. I won the game, then I chose not to play.
Monk: I chose not to play, and then I won because.
Bard: Which will you then choose?
Bard: Where I was raised, we play the game and don’t complain.
Monk: Where I was raised, the game was played ten thousand years before.
Bard: To me, you sound lazy.
Monk: To me, you sound delusional.
I stand still.
Bard: One who does not play the game relies on those who came before.
Precisely, says the monk.
Precisely, says the bard.
Monk: So which will you then choose?
“If I choose both, I never lose”
Bard: He’s beyond hope, it’s of no use.
Monk: The act of choice precludes the truths of games we neither win nor lose.
Bard: I blow my nose and out comes goo that holds more truths than what you ooze.
“I choose to leave the both of you”
Bard: Very well, and I would too.