life is but a game, said the board game to the boy, and to his cousin, and to the wizard who was certainly no friend to either. life is but a game of rolling dice and flipped cards, random draws and twists of fate and luck and unluck and maps that reflect your own reality, if you let them. just let it happen! it's all so exciting if you get into the spirit of things, said the board game. love and death and ruin and fortune doled out with no rhyme or reason, isn't that fun?
life is but the will to power, said the wizard to the board game, and to the boy, and to the boy's cousin, this wizard who was both school physician and Death Incarnate. life is but the power to force my will onto chaos, to create my own rules, to understand the universe's secrets so that they are but tools in my hand. I will make it happen! it's all so exciting to control fate, said the wizard. I shall exercise my mind and so enlarge my dominion, all shall be my puppets, the world itself my stage if I will it, wouldn't that be fun?
life is but a dream, said the boy to himself, secretly. a dream that can be lucid, having its own logic, but understandable, controllable. or it can be a nightmare, lucidity lost, the worst paths taken, threats encountered, villains winning. or it can be a dream where you just follow its flow. what happens will happen! it's all so exciting to barely understand, said the boy. I will project my ideas and see them transformed, my reality becomes dream, I dream then I wake, knowing those dreams will come again - what could be more fun?