Playing Games

Nobody likes folks who play games with their minds.

Just like God doesn't play dice, neither should Man.

Terry Pratchett sums up the God-Dice phenomena best.

God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
Terry Pratchett, "Good Omens"

And it is true.  

If God doesn't do it, then what right do we have?

No right at all.

And yet.  People play games with others every day.  I'm not talking about your Friday night poker games, or Family Game Night.  I'm talking about games where souls are gambled and in an instant you can become nothing.  Or you can become great.

I'm talking about people who play games with other's souls.  Who would have the gall to take from others that which is not theirs to give up.  

When you lose this kind of dangerous game, you are left with nothing.  Left as nothing.  With time you can regain it, but the winner forever holds a piece of you in thrall.

Forever.

Who wants to lose a piece of themselves forever?

Not I.

And so I'll keep myself for myself.   And not play this dangerous game with others.

I don't play dice with my life and my wellness.