makes plenty of sense. and yes, i would agree that "existence" is a game. it is play. alan watts touches on this quite poetically (as usual):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5LVg_1x4ww
but from my experience of peeking behind the curtain (if you will) has shown life to be even more of a game than i had previously thought. it is music, song, play, and absurdity. in the sense, IMHO, that it truly does not matter. it is ridiculous and utterly laughable. life, breathing, and conciousness serve no purpose, other than to propagate itself until... well until it doesn't anymore. and in the end it means nothing, and so we all have a laugh at the whole thing, because it is a joke in which there is no punch line, but the story amuses us all the same.
i don't mean this in any dismissive sense, other than all attempts to control, manage, and stack the decks are a form of cheating in a game in which there is no reward other than the play itself. like watts says, the there is no POINT to music. there is no CONCLUSION to life. it is what it is until it isn't any more, and then there may or may not be something else, but it will never be concluded.
even western religions (known for being very much focused linearly) can show this in its philosophy. because even in a concept of a world moving toward exhaultation, or armageddon, or whatever the particular flavor conceptualizes as the "end" you still have the idea of the righteous spending eternity somewhere playing harps and knowing peace. it doesn't end.
eternity is not forever, but nothing is final.
it is a game because there is no point, and since time seems to bind us, for now, we pass the time with silly things like marriage, economy, borders, and patterns. the beauty of the spice is it gives one a chance to pan back, just a bit, and see the pattern. like a bug on a beautiful tapestry lifted up to see the lovely design he had been living in all the time, only to delight in wonder at what lies beyond that tapestry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxfODAGWjW4
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