Cape Royal Flush



God does not play dice
with the universe.
He plays an ineffable game
of his own devising,
which might be compared,
from the perspective
of any of the other players
[i.e., everybody],
to being involved in
an obscure and complex
version of poker
in a pitch-dark room,
with blank cards,
for infinite stakes,
with a Dealer who
won't tell you the rules,
and who smiles all the time.
--Terry Pratchett
Ramblin' Ruus returns from a fortnight on the North Rim:
three from Cape Royal
with the universe.
He plays an ineffable game
of his own devising,
which might be compared,
from the perspective
of any of the other players
[i.e., everybody],
to being involved in
an obscure and complex
version of poker
in a pitch-dark room,
with blank cards,
for infinite stakes,
with a Dealer who
won't tell you the rules,
and who smiles all the time.
--Terry Pratchett
Ramblin' Ruus returns from a fortnight on the North Rim:
three from Cape Royal
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