I sat up straighter, game forgotten for a moment. Internally, I waged a brief war with indignation and confusion.
I finally collected my thoughts and asked.
"So, what are you saying? That there is no reason to struggle? To improve? Every effort contributes to our pool of experiences. Advances us beyond the Now. Raises our quality of life."
My companion's reply came quickly, in a strong whisper.
"For what point and purpose? Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of years you have been doing this. And look to where you have been brought; a place where people squander their privileges. Your 'quality of life' misspent on abused bodies and lazy minds. Is this what you want to be considered as a contributor to?"
The question was unaccusatory, and neutrally simple.
Yet I could not feel other than defensive.
Feeling humanist, I retorted without fully considering my reply. The words tumbled out sloppily.
"But we have to try. We have to believe that the good we do-- the positive we leave behind-- will be carried on by those who seek the same. It's how we move forward. To abandon that belief is to remove a part of.... us as humans. It's the struggle that shapes us."
The figure seated across from me replied again, quickly. And simply.
"So you're discussing faith, now. This is your argument?"
I sat very still while I thought this over.
I finally answered, fighting the urge to let my chin drop in embarrassment.
"No. It's not."
I sat quietly and placed a stone on the board again, trying to rally my thoughts, the same as I tried to rally my on-board position. Once again, under assault.
11:10 p.m. - 2015-01-06
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