RANDOMNESS

David liked to play live poker with friends or in casinos.  
He liked the experience of being playfully engaged with randomness.  He thought it helped him better understand his life and how he interpreted the probablilities of life.  And he especially liked that poker taught him that when hard or wonderful things happened, it was not all his responsibility or his personal success, but in a large part it was luck,  
Using common sense and good judgement helped.
Staying aware of ?? helped.
But often the best of his good life was just based on luck.

He could see that humans loved to take risks.  They willingly, sometimes joyfully, sought to interact with randomness.
All games were like that.
Poker just created real consequences, but only risked money and not life itself.  It was not mountain climbing.
Fishing was also indulging randomness with almost no risk to the angler, but life and death risks for the fish.
David thought it was a fine activity, one that involved the sensual encounter with wind and sun and water and randomness.


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