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Quietly, deftly moving fingers, gathered all my figures, the elderly and youth, women, children, the little feet happy and sad, weak and strong, the agile and heavy ... all-and quickly ordered on the board. So combined them to form groups and even families, meeting friends, people who competed in various games, enemies sides facing each other: an accurate reflection of the world in miniature. Before my wondering eyes did move for a while that tiny crowd: a microcosm of continuous agitation and, while, surprisingly orderly. These people gambled and fought, alliances, committing to each other, married and had children. In short, a fascinating drama with many characters and a disturbing web of stories being developed simultaneously.
Suddenly, with serene expression, his hand on the board, lay all the figures and put them together in a pile. Then, using the same pieces he composed an entirely new game, new groups and different from previous relationships. And yet this, the world showed that this second set was in some way, the same as above: a same materials but now subject to both harmonize all the different rhythm and tone had changed significantly.
And this was not the last game that subtle craftsman developed before my eyes. While still using the same figures, each of which was a piece of my self-composed, without pause, one after another. All different and all similar. Each completely new and, at a time, solidarity in origin, with the same root as the common origin
- This is said with some solemnity doctoral-the art of living ... From now on, you, as their will and whim, you can continue modeling and animating, increasing the complexity and enriching this game, the game of life. This is your chance ...
[H. Hesse]
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