The board's desire to acknowledge, we each ignorantly move upon it, to increase the scope of its game.

The game morphed to react to the weaknesses of its players; it was nearly impossible to win without consent from the whole, for on a lumbar curve of consciously, and semi-consciously engaged stratagems; the people’s weaknesses were parsed, and analyzed into rules which intertwined with other rules just, or soon to be formalized (to the advantage of the individual and the collective). Timing is precision withe imperative, to exploit the crumbling defenses of a quarry who might soon become a felon in arms, as another player was incrementally studied, and deposed. The focused attention sifted from one topic to another; the ‘random element’ destroys the bastille, in weighted dice roles. We watched them bounce, devoid of curiosity regarding their birth, or who carried them into the game, infusing them with slanted values. The trick of pillaging effectively, is to include the wealth of the relative few in the scant ideology of the many, without bowing to the collective ideas’ demands. A careful line walked is one you can’t corner to become trapped in; radical policy shifts are unable to support ruse; tension insists on linear thought to resist its own integrity.


I don’t know about you, but I’ve completely lost faith in the open conspiracy of those you see as figureheads, assigned to the station of being government leaders. The individual is unable to assimilate the complexities of the million-ruled game, but thinking he or her puny intelligence is up to it, blindly forges ahead, following the pawn’s course laid by collectives, the shadows hide. The saga of Mr. Bush is a sad script of short-sighted idiocy the population is all too calamitously familiar with. Where else to look, than the environment which supports us, to see the short shrift we assign our deepest values to habit? Insurrection becomes a joke of the shirt worn, proclaiming the corporate logo we protest. Tat’s crazee talk! the older woman next to us shouted. My grandson’s in Vietnam right now! Show some respect! which tripped us out. Did she mean to say that, or was Nam a slip? Bashfully, I tried to discern trickster from crazy. She was so forceful, in her own authentic distillation, is there no way to describe her fanaticism faithfully? I thought, this is a supreme moment of something

quite beyond words.