Dice

- How dare you.

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- Yes, you. Who the hell do you think you are?!

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- Deciding upon people’s lives. Gambling with their future.

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- How many lives were ruined because of you? Thousands?

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- How many souls burnt in hell, following your sweet deception and the promise of a gain coded in your faces?

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- You won’t tell. You won’t know. You don’t care, do you?

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- How dare you…

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- Oh well, you won’t talk! Fine, I shall say then what I see when I look into your eyes. Sitting there, behind the glass and luring me with all your… dots? To try my luck. You knew I am a gambler, didn’t you?

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Aggressive pub quizzer that will go till the end for the win… Sarcastic little know-it-all.

That’s me. Aquarius Rising.

The winner always follows the win.

I cannot live the other way. I need to overcome obstacles to feel alive. Life is a gamble. You know it very well. You saw it all: floods, fires and destruction, avalanches, floods, famine, plague, wars and casualties, death in the city that was conquered, freed, and them bombed to the ground. You saw men and women buried alive, drown in the river, and then… You also saw the city rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

Yet, you survived. All of that. How dare you.

What do your faces hold? What visions? Maybe, I am being too judgmental without knowing the story behind your survival. After all you been somehow preserved for a thousand years or more…

Does It mean… you were dear to someone?

Perhaps, your value now is 10 times more the value of all the money, livestock, women, children, weapons, drugs, servants, slaves and ships won or lost with you.

And what happened to them? Perhaps, all of that is ashes now, but you.

You are staring at me and laughing with a quiet smile… God of chance, possibility and…

Randomness.

Fate up against your will, through the thick and thin,

You will wait until you give yourself to him

Fate… destiny… things that we know we don’t know, and things that we don’t know we don’t know… Is it all this mysterious, supernatural, surreal hand of Fate that guided me into the room with you?

So that I stare, forgetting time, space and all the other beautiful things within the walls of your keep – the museum of Warsaw, which saw it all… Saw the war.

But hey, I have to admit… you are pretty. Exquisite. Mystical. You stood out to me in your own weird way, provoking, inviting, enticing me to touch and throw you.

Are you ivory made? Or another, more local animal had it bones molded into your perfect cubic shape. Ah, and how many outcomes have you shaped!

You, little Dice.

'God does not play dice with the universe', - said Albert Einstein.

And he’s gone. Dead. Buried in the ground and I guess, he’s part of the Earth now, from where he came from. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

Dice to dice.

On the photo I took, you show 11 (6+5). The master number. The number of spiritual awakening, intuition. If I count up the 4 upper dots, it will make 15. 1+5 = 6. My life path number, associated with matters of the heart: healing, supporting and helping others…

To radiate love and share joy of life through my words.

To make people happier and let them be seen. Heard. Felt.

To love unconditionally, unapologetically, fiercely with every word I write.

What were the chances I will appear in Warsaw history museum and out of hundreds of rooms there, I will make you my story Hero, little old dice?

Yet, you were, are and probably, will be there. Behind the glass in a murky dark dungeon-ish parlor of a museum. Will you still be there when I am gone?

Life keep throwing its dice, more and more these days. But guess what? Now I have my own.

Not so antique-looking and rather, plastic than bone or stone made, yet, there are mine.

I throw my own dice every day. The outcome – be it even or odd – is not so important, but the meaning I make out of.

Throwing myself, like the dice, into the randomness and chaos of life… I surrender. And go smoothly with the flow of random events.

This is my awesome wave. My fate. My dice.

Show must go on.