If one wants to figure one out, one firstly has to listen to the individual and their narratives and after a time, which is up to one’s discretion based on listening skills, one has to make an assessment of the other. Because one has to take on the task of all human beings, “Is the puzzle worthy to be solved? Given the time it takes to begin to solve this human’s puzzle?” And if one partakes in the solving properties of the game of note, one is in for a treat indeed. And of course it is not unidirectional but of course bidirectional, because of one trying to find the solving of another must in the game itself give a little of one’s piece of their given riddle; albeit unbeknownst to one because again, people are born puzzlers not understanding, they, themselves have fallen trap of all, giving a bone and taking a bone. A balance, an unsaid rule amongst all of us adept puzzlers; the ground rules made and tweaked through the sands of time which have passed throughout our evolution into what we are still to this day, greater puzzlers; evolving in even a more complex and interesting puzzle. Making it harder and harder so the human race can keep being productive by needing that complexity because if we knew, all hope and ones life becomes one of perpetual fear and anarchy. Alas, that is only a minute part of the puzzle which will be dispersed randomly and it is up to one to keep the various pieces in the given shape and form which another starts divulging, and sometime another does not give that same piece which the other has been given in the right form and shape, again; ergo a lost piece of said puzzle. So, the paramount concern is to not let the opportunity come into fruition where one puts themselves in that position, if one cares at all about another espousing and giving out segments for one to decipher. Well why the puzzle? You see we are all puzzlers at heart, an innate art if you will, all human beings have this vast puzzle to give another and it is only then when the other is interested in one will they share the most unique, one of a kind riddle and another, other than the one given the puzzle, will ever be said ever again or told in the same way! Ever! An untold secret, which is nothing to sneeze about these days; loose lips running amok in an eighteen wheeled truck; a game played not by one’s own volition, but one of hope and love. You see that’s why people don’t tell everything at once. Nooooo! That would be giving you the whole puzzle and there’s no interest in that. No, if one loves me, one will stick around if I give them piece by piece instead of giving them the whole puzzled picture all at once.
Happy puzzling.
(Peace! More to come...)
