So I'm snacking and trying not to eat my hair. Cold-sealed a window. A little restless. Thinking. The same arguments. Too critical is recursive, reflexive. And that's not what I mean to do.
You know how to play Monopoly, right? You plod along and take what you're offered. If you're young, you try to fight it, otherwise you let it be, let it come. There's no choice in these decisions, there's chance, and there's skill and there's style in the plodding, but it's railed, and the stops are chosen for you. No, the game is the deals. It's the slivers of chance. That's what you've got to build a castle. You can do anything you want in the crawlspace beneath the table. You can beg and push, you can steal or borrow an inch. You can bargain with the devil, but you still have to pay. It's a dizzying circle, but just enough room. It's kind of sad.
I never play Monopoly. :) (Give me Magic, any day. ;) Might as well live than play the dreariest parts. :)