And as these two strangers moved past, they greeted each other, just a simple greeting.  A remark about the sun in the sky.  One of them said something to the other, they exchanged smiles, and then the moment was gone. […] Was this some kind of love?  I wanted to follow them, to touch them, to tell them of my happiness.  I wanted to whisper to them: “This is it, this is it.”*
(Alan Lightman)

When we give something, we are offering to play.

An item, a question, an action, a gesture.

Then we wait.  We wait to see if the other will play.  If they will receive this and enter into the game that life seems to be made of.

(*The character “Nephew” in Alan Lightman’s Mr g – a story about creation.)