[wonton]
by trixie_chick
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Once upon a time, there was a kind and powerful god. He found great joy in profound things, and he found enlightenment in fun things. Because he wanted to be understood by the people of the world, and because he wanted to understand them, he created the Game.
The Game was everything he was, both entertaining and wise, and the Game spread quickly amongst the people, giving the God great joy. Two by two, people added to the Game, and two by two, they got glimpses of him while he glimpsed them.
It became lonely, however. No one else played the Game alone, after all.
At a Certain Point, he did a foolish thing, as both people and gods are wont to do on occasion. As foolish as it was, he decided to let the hand play out, and see what developed. Even a mistake could lead to victory, after all, and all mistakes were mere plays in the game. Soon, he took great joy in seeing his Son rise to put his hands onto the board.
Learning to play the Game required commitment and great devotion, and because his Son was his, his commitment and devotion far exceeded anyone else's. The god understood that his Son experienced great pain and unhappiness, but he only knew of pain and unhappiness from what he saw, not what he felt. The god took great pleasure in the knowledge that, armed with his experience in life, and death, his son would one day sit across the board with him, and play.
And one day, that was exactly what happened. And one day, the god knew something he had never before known.
Love.
Enjoy
Once upon a time, there was a kind and powerful god. He found great joy in profound things, and he found enlightenment in fun things. Because he wanted to be understood by the people of the world, and because he wanted to understand them, he created the Game.
The Game was everything he was, both entertaining and wise, and the Game spread quickly amongst the people, giving the God great joy. Two by two, people added to the Game, and two by two, they got glimpses of him while he glimpsed them.
It became lonely, however. No one else played the Game alone, after all.
At a Certain Point, he did a foolish thing, as both people and gods are wont to do on occasion. As foolish as it was, he decided to let the hand play out, and see what developed. Even a mistake could lead to victory, after all, and all mistakes were mere plays in the game. Soon, he took great joy in seeing his Son rise to put his hands onto the board.
Learning to play the Game required commitment and great devotion, and because his Son was his, his commitment and devotion far exceeded anyone else's. The god understood that his Son experienced great pain and unhappiness, but he only knew of pain and unhappiness from what he saw, not what he felt. The god took great pleasure in the knowledge that, armed with his experience in life, and death, his son would one day sit across the board with him, and play.
And one day, that was exactly what happened. And one day, the god knew something he had never before known.
Love.