Two early birds see the same fat Earthworm stretched out in the cool dew of the early morning grass.

Life is a game, and our obsession with sports gives people the wrong impression as to the fundamental nature of this game.

The birds descend onto it at the same time and begin to fight, hopping and flitting around right above it.

Sports are played out in a contained arena, within a finite time-frame. All of the actions, both positive and negative, are left in that arena. People who are dire competitors in the ring, are old friends outside of it.

During the fray, neither bird, nor the worm for that matter, notice that a house cat has crept up close in the hedges.

The reality of the game of life is that it is always multi-tiered, each tier is multi-faceted, and it never begins or ever ends.

A man tells a joke at the expense of a woman. The woman’s husband rises to defend her honor for reasons very few people were aware of. If they had ignored the slight no one would have remembered it two minutes later. As it stands, the entire world has learned of their insecurity.

The cat leaps from the hedge and kills one of the birds, and the other flies off.

No competitor is ever aware of everything going on; all of the participants, all of the levels, and all of the perspectives and motivations.

The fight over the Oscar Slap ripples out into the media and social media and splinters and eddies into long shadows, and shadows of shadows, of the original form.

The worm continues to enjoy the cool dew of the early morning grass… for a little while anyway…

All of life is hard-wired to exploit every advantage. No matter the cost.

People all over the internet bleed as much as they can out of the story for their own gain,.. with their eyes and ears peeled for the next big story.