The Game must never be played as if it were but a Game. Out of Muirkirk mud, a lineage to conquer Heaven. To suck marrow, children, is our nourishment. To suck marrow, yet be heaped with gratitude. Yet never seduced, children, by the music of your own voice.
Honor is the secret subject of all catechisms.
For where there is love there can be no calulation. For where there is calculation there can be no love. And where The Game is abandoned, mere mortality awaits. And where ordained, blameless. Then no crime.