Sunday, February 8, 2009

Non Fiction





There is something so satisfying about the Sudoko puzzle. It's the fact that there is only one right answer. So unlike life. I found myself scratching my head the other day about what to do with a certain management problem at work. What to do? There were so many answers, none of them easy, none of them right, none of them wrong. I longed for the clarity of Sudoko with it's black and white world and neat little columns: horizontal and vertical, only the numbers 1 through 9, no number 64's, no 12's suddenly appearing. Sigh. If only life were a Sudoku puzzle.

1 comment:

Bill said...

You do Sudoku! I am shocked.