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|Mark C. Bradley posted a cute captioned photo on Facebook referencing Monty Python , right after I spent some time browsing around about the Creekside Blues and Jazz Festival going on this weekend in Gahanna (home of MTMS ), and I got all philosophical. I thought to myself, "Self, how many hyperlinks can I cram into one sentence?"
I got to thinking about how much time, effort and money people invest in entertaining themselves. Which is probably suicidal thinking, since I'm in the entertainment business on pretty much every count. But it's impractical. Why do people bother with leisure? Biology dictates that we do everything we do for survival purposes in one way or another. From a strictly biological standpoint, does playtime serve any purpose?
My dog seems to think so.
My best conclusion is that we use playtime to develop relationships, which give us a sense of comfort, because if we're ever - you know - dying or something, people will actually care about us. I'm reminded of something a character from the Dresden Files told Harry when a bad guy cast an evil death curse on our hero: The secret is, we all die alone. We can't take anyone with us when we cross over, regardless of the number of supporters kneeling at our deathbeds.
I'd like to thank Mark C. Bradley for leading me down this delicious train of thought toward my own mortality.