Holy game?
That is the lot of our gods of the moment, from whom we expect messianic happiness, whom we adore for it, and whom we throw into the orcus when they disappoint us: “For whoever is given much, one will search for a great deal;
and to whom much has been entrusted, all the more will be asked of him ”(Luke 12:49).
How rich were you as a homo ludens and breastfed the playing child in us.
But the world falls brutally upon you icon if you don't parry: First there is cheering, then crucifixion.