Then there is love. That promises, at the outset, complete escape into freedom and reality. And supreme lovers, both of individuals and of "Humanity," have indeed found freedom and the pathway to reality in love. But ordinary everyday people rushing idolatrously out to find themselves in others find in the end only another I. The religions perhaps work best and longest. But even here average humanity, where the mystical sense is feeble, are thrown back in the end upon ethics--and go somewhat grimly through life doing their duty, living upon the husks of doctrine, the notions and reports of other men. If the play spirit within us, that longing for the real joy of life, for real relaxation and re-creation, fares so poorly for most of us in the amusements large and small that life offers to our leisure moments, is it any better in the "games" the individual chooses for himself--hobbies, for instance? Can these generally "instructive" and "useful," generally also solitary, occupations be called play? Are they not merely a reversal of life's engine, rather than an unmaking and a remaking. They are merely a variant of life. They are very truly called a "change of occupation." They are led and dominated, commonly, by the intelligence. They contain no element of freedom. The same defect is found in all organised "games." * * * * * Real play, like every other reality, comes from what our mechanical and practical intelligences have called "within." Real play arises when the "I" is in direct contact with the myself, with Life, with God, with the actuality moving beneath all symbolic representations.