There's that metaphor that life is a game.

So you have to find out what the rules are.

Then you have to take your strengths and weaknesses into account: I'm a mere mortal primate born in a weird party country in a universe made of a snowball of math.

Then you learn the shortcuts and how to play: one should beat death, finiteness, boredom and sadness, and/or help others do the same, while financially surviving, one must glimpse into the unthinkable and make the awesome real.

You now have goals then you seek instrumental goals that can aid you: moving to Berkeley.

Obstacles come your way. Dodge them, learn them, beat them.

And then you Win!

So this month I felt I Won the game of life.

... for the second time.

May many more times come!