A pretty good illustration of why I don't play poker anymore (from a profile of Joel Dias-Porter, a performance poet turned Atlantic City grinder):
“What’s the joy you get from poker?”
“The same as I get from chess or Scrabble—that you outsmarted your opponent.”
Intelligence not in the service of love is useless at best, and at worst destructive.
Intelligence not in the service of love is useless at best, and at worst destructive.

