I like to think of this human experience as a game.  Perhaps competition against myself.  My best time as a human, or best game so far as a human.  I mean, is there a human who hasn’t played or watched a game played?

World Cup, Stanley Cup, Olympics, dice, dominos, runes, cards, chance.  From prehistoric natives to the royal rich in skyscrapers, there are games.  And certainly each one of us have played games with each other or again, saw them played against each other: war, terror, manipulations, buy-outs, gossip.  Even good games: rituals, coming of age, birthday parties, weddings and funerals.

So my life, rather than a lesson handed to me by a terse teacher, is arranged by a master of the court, the producer of the games.  She sets the stage, provides the balls, opens up this astounding court called Earth.  In fact, She is my coach, cheering from the sidelines and today, when I catch my breath between strokes, I glance within and see Her applauding me.