The nature of time goes nowhere,
yet is everywhere in all but the eyes
of the observer, the biased observer.
This is the start of the game.
This is the nature of things.
How many players in your game?
How many variables on your map?
In the end, it’s all topographic. In the end, it’s all predictions. For our ends, predictions are to the bulwark of uncertainty as a sledgehammer to the wall of a hurricane’s eye. But we all need to fly sometimes.
Every game is a story. Write it.
Every story is a game. Play it.