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nEW mORNING of a Higher View
The
end of a fruitful collaboration
Tonight… Yes,
they say that when you leave your body, you see your whole life
again… Or just the essential parts, the essential ones… Or is it
just a quick transfer… No point… You remember everything anyway…Or is it some kind of excerpt conclusion of an episode of the series of life in which you think you are the main character…
Or, a sort of hand of cards in a poker game…Poker? I think that I intuitively chose this game because you also have the option “Step” or even “Fold”…
Resuming the game of life on the next “hand”! Dice, dominoes, even Russian roulette…
Yes, the game doesn’t stop… Only the actors, the scene, the scenario change…
If
you are a winner, you start to like it, if you are a loser, hope
appears, addiction, more or less morbid…With all that it means: the euphoria of the game, the loss of control regardless of losses or gains, lying, stealing, cheating, betrayal, etc., in the constant game between elation, anger, anxiety, or depression…
But everything competes to discover the importance of help… At a table of four people, it is optimal to have two hands on your game… On the third hand, the attraction of the game disappears through the boredom of the constancy of winning… Something definitely without charm…
Plus there is the pleasure of playing with the partner, of the games attracted by her, around her, part of the scene of the joint gain…
Crossing
the barriers of physical dependence certainly forces luck
towards the ecstasy of the sublime, of the perfect game…
Forgetting that she is nothing more than a simple hand at the
game table…With her interests and ecstasy, with her addictions and problems… Which will rarely sync with yours by the end of that night’s game…
In which game, every time, you bet everything… And this time… Letting your guard down, often wanting it… Attracted by the illusion of partnership and winning with maximum odds… By the illusion of obedience to her, the pleasure of the assumed game…
But
you have discovered that every new return to the table attracts
your irresistible desire to make your game easier with the help
of your partner… Even if, regardless of your skill, you will
share a part of the winnings… Or all…You, the one who was used to giving orders, to have the winnings owed to you, have already become accustomed to accepting advice, to accept not only the sharing of the winnings but also to compensate for some of the losses…
Proof
of your real, absolute power…Now it looks like you’ve softened? Maybe… But it’s more relaxed that way… You can experience the mirage and charm of the doubled game and be even more free of remorse… You’ve discovered that you have someone to blame if it goes wrong… Either you or us or her…
But you also discovered support… Forgiving and playing on… Participating and playing on…
Even
at the mere perception of her scent, at the mere promise of her
‘touch’, at her voice whispered to you, the charm of the game
tended to peak, the ecstasy…In a continuous search for the lost game in the infinite loss of the game together…
The name I had, every time, I lost them in the fog of life…
Neith or Menthu, those who were victorious Egypt, Nikephoros or Nike, the victorious, Aphrodite or Eros of love, Tyche or Fortune of the luck of the Greeks, Victor or Victoria, the victorious, Fortune or Fortuna of the luck of the Romans, Benten or Benten-sama, the lucky Japanese, Guang Yu or Guang Gond, the lucky Chinese, Fu Xi’s supporters of prosperity…
Names,
yes, many names… Indeed, I realized that, always, I was either
on one side, or on the other, or together… But there was always
a he or a she, a he and a she… Interesting! Strange?I remember the names of the partners exactly, every time I remember a past life… Neith, Nike, Victoria, Ayala, Michelle, Jaquelline, Marie… Wise Benten…
Wonderful experiences of victory, luck, thrill, love, ecstasy… Only at the simple reminder of their name…
It doesn’t compare to the feeling of the future alone, regardless of the stakes of the game I’m participating in…
I
have already made the transition… A fruitful collaboration has
ended. I sing with you, Tina! I will not forget you! Something
of you will forever remain in who I am… You are simply the best!
I am simply the best to have been with you!I am now with my old guide who already knows that I am not waiting for too many options, too many opportunities to choose.
I am such an old player that it encourages me to bet without seeing the hand that will come. I want to return to the gaming table immediately, regardless of the loneliness that will follow, what game I will play…
Really, which game would I prefer? What matters? His name is “The Game”…
Which
female partners would I prefer or want to date, to further my
game?All together or any of them… Each of them gave me something special, every detail of their presence gave something extra to the already boring game!
The victories, the certainty of success, the money, the glory, the possession, the thrill of participation… Nah, it’s the simple stuff, which I’ve always achieved… Almost always… Boring!
She, they are the touch, the ultimate game. Now I know, my dear guide... What looks surprisingly good... Congratulations on harmonizing with me!
Just
one more clarification before coming back! I don’t feel weak in
her presence! The courage or the pleasure that she holds in her
frail fist, my heart, I do not feel as weakness! The game can
start with this bet!So, it doesn’t matter what it will be, what hand I will have! I have only one thought, not to be alone through the wasteland of quests to the ultimate game! The one with her and by her side... Right from this morning! If it’s possible...
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are created by me, Merticaru Dorin Nicolae, using Microsoft
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Dorin, Merticaru
(01.06, 2024)