Infants Insanity
All greatness,
All of life's meaning,
All purpose
Held in the babies hand
Held in the babies skill,
Held in the 5th blocks willingness to stack
Carefully the baby rose the block
Carefully the baby laid the roof of the tower,
Carefully the 5 blocks crumbled down.
The baby learns that the 5th block is impossible,
The baby question if it is wrong,
The baby realizes that it is its own lack of skill.
Retry the same game
Retry the same strategy
Retry the same tools.
Same results,
Same anger,
Same feelings of self depreciation.
The game doesn't teach us creativity,
The game doesn't teach us stability,
The game teaches us insanity and familiarity to failure.
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