This genius of the game makes similar points against an adversary trying to do the selfsame thing, and in, say, eleven minutes the game is over. The player who first scored has won it. Both players use their skills to keep the ball in the air, not to win. It was the second pair who loved to play. Conclusion, if you really love the game, give the other person the ball where she can return it, not where she can't.
Life is play.
We are forced to conclude that winning ends life. We can put Groucho, Chico, and Harpo together with ping pong and life. T he brothers give punch-lines to each other, just as true lovers of ping pong give each other the ball. Conversely, perhaps people who give each other the punch line are on the waignificant y to loving each other, or at least to co-occupying the planet with each other, often a sachievement. Look at a good mother with her baby.