Is the game worth the candle?

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Is the game worth the candle? Is the question Alan Watts asks and answers and his answer was "this game is superb, the game is to be fundamentally to be trusted! If you don't make that assumption, the game will not work." and that as they say, is that. So what is the game? You decide. That is the great thing about the mess we call life. Ultimately you choose, and this is the responsibility that most people deny.
    I usually use the metaphor of a human soul like an island. I am afraid that this would be easily misunderstood. Since even an island is made up of a great deal of many things. Every grain of sand and every life that sets foot on us is part of our soul. The experience we create and the borders that define us...all are related to the island.
    This was most of what I wanted to say, just an elaboration and clarification of some other posts vocabulary that really should have been more nuanced. Well, that and I am sorry for taking a few extra days to finish the first draft of sure am scared of my dad. The story is not completed (it never is) so naturally there will be revisions, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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