Returning for a moment to the stopping time theme...

Worth noting that stealing implies (or, at least, seems to imply) ownership, that time's owners don't seem to want us to make art, that creation is subversive.

Thank you Hugh MacLeod.

It makes me think about games.

Are all games changeable? Basketball, foosball, chess, Angry Birds, chicken, roulette, Russian roulette, investing, sudoku, riddles, poetry? I can't think of any that aren't. There often is (and probably should be) a rigidity somewhere at or close to the core of the game. But rules can change. Stakes can change. Players' attitudes can change. A single game can become part of a triathlon, a decathlon, an Olympics.

But some games embrace changes more gracefully than others. And I think those games are the most fun, the most obviously infinite.

Thank you, Hugh MacLeod.

Hugh MacLeod, again:

Possible, I guess, that the cartoon's lamenting our ability to unhappily accept situations we ought to change. More fun, though, I think, to see it as celebrating our ability to make the important changes, no matter how painful the processes might be.

If something is an adventure, isn't it by nature worth sharing?

And aren't we all involved in little adventures every day?

So shouldn't we be telling more stories?

This is harsh. And probably too harsh. But it is, in its way, encouraging our great creative minds to live. And that's a good thing.

Image stolen from this post on gapingvoid, Hugh MacLeod's blog, which I love. The blog, in general, that is. Not just the post.

Hugh MacLeod wrote that the other day.  On his blog, which is awesome.  And in a post that's pretty heavily religious, which I didn't expect but kind of dig.  Because I didn't expect it.  If that makes sense.

Anyway, I like the observation.  Makes me wonder how many of us not quite artists can be said to be living the creative life.