Somewhere between gratitude & reciprocity, things started to go wrong.
Because we were given time, we invented drumming.
Because we were given trees, we invented floor-length dresses.
And because we were given crops, we invented sacrifice.
When God sent a messenger to the sacred table & said Stop burning my meat — give it to the needy instead, we invented elaborate rules for hospitality that involved frequent bathing & fine clothes.
But because the needy were still exceedingly numerous, we went over God’s head & invented games of chance.
This invention was the mother of Necessity, otherwise known as That’s Just The Way Things Are.
And we took our chances and groveled in the dirt.