Soon the child’s clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day . . . we become seekers.
--Peter Matthiessen
Holding the thing in your left hand, on your left knee, Shagaa is played by flicking the bone with your right hand. There is a lot of strategy involved and a lot of area for error.
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