Archeologists claim they have found a 5000-year old backgammon. Backgammon uses dice, or rather knucklebones, to provide random numbers, or rather deity's will and pre-determination, to determine the movements of the checkers.
In addition to backgammon, man, in complex situations, uses the same knucklebone idea to determine what to do, shifting the responsibility to the supernatural and thus exonerating himself. For instance, beads in the hands of a judge can help him decide whether to stone a woman to death or split her pubic bones while hanging her upside down between two bulldozers moving in opposite directions.
When man, because of uncertainties, flounders in the mud, knucklebone idea comes to his assistance. The first exploiters of this fear were the prime swindlers who impersonated to be in touch with deities. Of course, the mob, fearful of uncertainties, willingly followed the impostors and killed for them. Up to this moment, we, surprisingly, find various walks of the society to believe firmly in what the swindlers have said. Since there is no way to convince an apologizer, we are handicapped.
Actually, man is no good at abstract ideas, such as philosophy, but he is good at technology. The sophisticated layout of backgammon of 5000 years ago is a proof. Man can make I-pads, I-pods, I-phones or other gadgets, but he is so clumsy with metaphysics. The big lies of the swindlers have only intensified man's horror of death, while animals, having no imposters, are able to boldly face death. Briefly, world is in dire need of a second renaissance.
Until then, man needs to learn the rules of the-everyday-life backgammons. Man needs transparency not lies. All the wrong information invented by the prime swindlers need to be modified or wiped out. Above all, man needs a sex substitute to avoid population explosion.
Anyway, the hanging judge, the swindlers or ordinary people all equally rely on dice idea to overcome their daily uncertainties. For instance:
Every night a rich man of God (MoG), with four lawfully wedded wives and an extra temp sex slave, convene a meeting to decide democratically, by flipping a coin, whom he should pick for the night. Strangely enough, it happened that the winner was always the youngest, 12- year-old sex slave. Out of jealousy, the other four losers objected to this will of God. This time the sex slave humbly informed MoG that she was experiencing her monthly excuses. The disappointed MoG emphatically asserted, 'Although the rule of God is indispensable, God has added an amendment to his strict rule which is a second flipping.
Now, he fraudulently flipped the coin. The coin rotated and wobbled around a vertical axis. Finally, it landed on the head, exposing a tail. 'Thanks God, it's OK to approach you, tonight, from behind', said MoG!