The Aeon is a child at play with colored balls.(translation/paraphrase: Terence McKenna)
Who can stop grief’s avalanche once it starts to roll.
And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?
Play hard. Play, play, play like your life depends on it. Because it does.
He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball.
Internal character: how you behave when no one is watching.
Aion is a child at play, playing draughts; the kingship is a child’s.
The best cure for a stick up your butt is a dog to play fetch with.
Be as thou wast wont to be.See as thou wast wont to see.
Or was he saying, “Hi! Wanna play?”And I did. Of course I did.
If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play
I love everybody. Each one plays the role they have to play…