Is tragedy only possible at brief moments in time when we’ve conceived some newfangled freedom, but are yet unable to seize it?
What is a god but e who always sees the best move, and plays it?
Two brothers fell madly in love with freedom and would not rest until they had explored its furthest reaches. They swore to a game for the rest of their lives: each would manipulate the other in ever more subtle and invisible ways, forcing his brother to delve even deeper into the darkest sources of his actions and desires, extending his knowledge and self to the infinity beyond which his opponent might not reach. The sport had no end, but soon the two brothers had become gods among men, and the world’s only defense to join their play.
A wealthy man purchased a small statue made of solid gold and began to worship it. His neighbor reproached him: “What have you done?! You used to be free and now you must serve this piece of metal you bought for yourself!” But the first man replied: “No — yesterday this idol was hidden within my heart and dictated everything i did; now i worship a visible object and only grant it a few minutes of my time every day. I am more free than i ever was!”