Ordinary fools,

are like rats gnawing at ordinary knots.

They curse the cord and twine.

There’s too much.

It’s too difficult.

Woe is me.

Yet they just keep chewing away

It’s not my fault

Escalating their complaints about the rope.

They complain both about and to:

Each other,

The community,

The world,

And if they’re really foolish?

They lay it all at the feet of god and the heavens.

I’m wretched. I must be cursed somehow.

As though they were important enough to curse?

HA!

While remarkable fools?

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They gather around tables, rolling dice with infinite sides.

They know that given the almost infinite improbability of our conscious existence, it would be absurd not to delight in being alive.

Remarkable Fools find some kind of delight daily.

And yes.

Some days this is more difficult than others.

But taking the time to look likely is more satisfying than looking for some knots to gnaw.