Life Tell Me Why
posted by June 20 at 13:04 PMon
I’m confused by this message:
Why would anyone go to a casino to be in a situation that’s identical to the one in the home they are leaving? A home means family life, family love, which is not really love at all but a flat self-reflection, a love for those who look and act like you. So this is what you want out of a casino? To be with yourself again? To leave home only to return to your home? If a casino is to be what it really is—a dangerous experience—it must be peopled by those who are not the same as you. By those who may not even like you like family.
But, really, what is the meaning of this bus sign? The meaning of a family man who wants to see his family everywhere he goes? The meaning of this desire for a smooth social space between the doors of the home and the doors of the casino? The family was once the site of resistance, as the Greek tragedies make clear; but since they were Christianized near the end of the first century, they have been reduced to an empty place for empty faces. The wildness of the family is long gone. It no longer has the power of birth and the power to bury its dead. It is this powerlessness that the man on the bus wants to feel at the casino. He wants it to be as tame as the home that was tamed by a thousand years of church work.
This is not how the men and women of Pascal’s generation gambled. Indeed, Pascal’s entire religious faith was based on one cosmic bet. For him, the casino was exciting and dangerous, everything and nothing. It was far from home, from familiar, from the sleep of domestic rhythms.
A comment from Mr. Poe:
It’s marketing, Charles.
What would you prefer?
“Treats me like part of the Tribe!”
“Treats me like we’re ancestors!”
“Treats me like a stranger!”
“Treats me like a gambler!”
“Treats me like family!”
I would prefer: “Treats me like part of the Tribe!” A whole different meaning that one has to “Treats me like family.”