On the shrouded map of a game, you can find me at the boundary where the light and shadows meet, charting path undiscovered, sight unseen.

I am also the eagle soaring over jagged hills, circulating the dizzying heights of the minaret -- oh the beauty of this animated world!

Close-range combat, the flared nosetrils, the booming heart, are not for me. A warrior I am not, and with that I am at peace,

I am a reader of oracles, the Pythia, no prince nor python, a painter of ukiyo-e, an interpreter of maladies.

Every day we are at play, immersed in our games with silent rules, some better known than others, some more biological than others. We pay up, dress up, and keep our heads up, we burn out, drop out, or forget about time out.

Traveller, what is the game that you play?