Fun, the most dangerous of seductions

[pokerfan]

Fun, Pall thought. That most dangerous of seductions.

It was a Path, true enough—a Path toward stagnation and poverty. As by reflex, he tensed to repel the attraction he felt toward it. "Let the inferior of the race prattle about fun," his mother had once told him. "It's the Path of the Loser."

Then, invoking his mother's Boni Maroni discipline, he repeated the Litany Against Fun: "I must not have fun. Fun is the time-killer. Fun is for children, customers, and the help. I will forget fun. I will take a pass on it. And while it is going, I will turn a blind eye toward it. When fun is gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain—I, and my will to win. Damn, I'm good."

Pall felt calmness return, noted with approval his re-heightened awareness of himself and his ambition.

Damn, I'm God, he thought.

He planted the lumper near a patch of bongo wafer, and when a pretzel emerged, mounted it without difficulty. Once more he pried up a saltrock on its back until it began to wheel around. When its head was facing in the direction of Hootch Grabr, Pall replaced the boulder, and the pretzel set off.



:rofl:

[RandomThoughts]

1. One of the traps is the claim of being God like.

Many fall into it. I don't, first because I am not God, the most obvious reason, but second because I do not have the 'all love' and 'all knowing' aspects of the one true God. I do love God, and believe he loves me, and try to both have fun and be a little better every day.

I have seen this trap in many forms, as have many others, and through society we see lots of people that fall into it, it never ends well for them.

Sometimes I have an idea whats going on, as mysteries unwind, sometimes I figure it out before sometimes after, but really its more being a spectator and trying to be a participant, for the reason of love.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. Haven't you heard?

There is no God.