A world rich of ‘mes’ is a mess. Who comes first, who wins a game, who gets the trophy? The balls thrawn, the runs made, exquisite catches, marvelous runs gone ashtray by ‘mes’.
Trophys won gives a momentary high. But a well played game remains as an enigma both in the winners and losers heart.
No imprinting in ‘mes’ only in ‘in being’.