If I take a beating for not fighting, is it because I know of no better way to live without fighting than to be beaten for it? Or is it because it’s my way of not playing the game? If it is, why don’t I just leave the playing field and the players and avoid the beatings?
Why does the game seem inescapable? Does my conditioning to be competitive, comparative, and to desire success and fear failure have such a strong hold on me that nothing I can do can weaken or break it? Could it be that since everything I do is toward success and against failure, I am the embodiment of the game, and as such can’t help but perpetuate the game?
If there is nothing I can do, can I do nothing?