So Hafiz says that we take life too seriously.  That it is really all about laughing through a game with God who, after all, knows all the moves.  You can take that seriously of course, and argue the lack of free will in the face of a manipulative supreme being.  Shake your fist to the sky and wrestle with the angel in the middle of the night.

Or you can enjoy the game.  I play against people better at games than me all the time and the tide still seems to go back and forth and we both laugh.  Maybe God gets giggling when She pretends to think She won’t win?  Maybe She lets me think I win now and again and pouts like I do when I sometimes hit the wall.

I’m not very competitive though.  I love the interaction, not the reward.  I will ride the carousel and even forget to reach for the ring.  It is more like a dance to me–partners moving sensuously together with the music.

And She is such a wonderful dancer–letting Her lead is divine.