Anger, jealousy, resentment. All these things I have felt as I suffer through a world of two duals. To get the more favorable outcome only gives me temporary solace as I am drawn deeper into a game with no ultimate win. Yet to lose this game can be strangely liberating.
I am Actaeon. I have reached for the boon and have been destroyed. Now in my obliteration, looking only at the world as it is without any wish for something different, I am happy. I can smile at things for what they are. My mind is at peace. Yet the moment is brief. In a blink, I will again be playing, winning, losing, and returning here: Actaeon’s Haven.