I jokingly call this convergence of games into reality the 'Gamepocalypse:' the moment when every moment of life is actually a game.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy.
There are at least two kinds of games. One could be called finite, the other, infinite. A finite game is played for the purpose of winning, an infinite game for the purpose of continuing the play.
Some of the greatest moments in life come from moments that are incomplete.
Those moments of play that we do get in meta-life, like playing music, or golf, or word-play, or flirting - those are some of the best parts about being alive.
Some people see life as a game of chess, while others prefer to see it as a game of cricket; but the longer I live, the more I think of it as a game of Consequences.
When it comes to the game of life, I figure I've played the whole course.
You're trying to put yourself in that moment and trying to prepare yourself, to have a 'memory before the game. I don't know if you'd call it visualising or dreaming, but I've always done it, my whole life.
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.
The only real game - I think - in the world is baseball.
What we play is life.