Monday, June 18, 2012
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Rock crushes scissors. Of course. That’s what you would expect from the rock. No discernment, nothing to consider—just a heaving of weight and mass and hard edges to smash the opposition.
Scissors cut paper. No surprise, there. The scissors have something of a delicacy to them, but again—hard edges. Discerning, yes. And precise. But also sharp and dangerous.
Paper covers rock. An open hand rests over a closed fist in triumph. Did this ever make sense to you? Paper is soft, delicate, open. Completely vulnerable to the scissors. And it is the rock’s undoing, the foil, the thing that keeps the game in balance.
So what is it about that piece of paper? What, exactly, is the power it has over that brute rock?
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