All life is a game
Sharing is the rule
And love the pleasure
Neither there is victory nor defeat
Search no meaning out of it
The space unlimited is the field
And time not fixed
Beginning unknown and the end,
All seems mysterious
And that's its beauty
To unlearn and forget is to enjoy
To know is to be clever
To learn is to play foul
That's not the spirit of the game
With the same spirit
You play with your new born baby
Play with your parents dying
As you treat your
childhood and youth
Treat your death alike.
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