Trusting in talisman is a silly superstitious thing to do, and if a person has the slightest hint of arrogance in their personality, this gets highlighted when they put faith in wooden or plastic beads, or ugly little statues that supposedly protect those that hold, decorate, kiss, and adore them.
In the golden olden days of the game Survivor, players were somewhat worldly and wise. They read people and situations, and took time to contemplate and assess their opponents, and use others as allies until of course, they managed to manipulate them too, out of prominent positions of perceived power. The emotionally charged, those that can be swayed by the colour of their feelings, don't last long on the island of life, or in the game of Survivor. High one minute, low the next, participants show their inner workings to ever present cameramen, and decorum is ditched in favour of ugly showmanship: amateurs, the producers have brought forth wimps and weasels to be celebrated and perhaps just plain old mocked, by a viewing audience that thinks them sweet idiots.
It used to be, in the old era, now replaced by the new era ~ hmmm, to what do the producers hint, pray tell? ~ that finding an idol was a top-secret-mission accomplished event, that could potentially move a player forward in the game, securing them a spot until the next tribal council, if they needed to protect themselves from being ousted by unpopular vote. Having an idol meant there was a target on a person's back: let us face it, dear reader, in this dog eat bigger dog world, no one likes it when someone has an advantage, even if it was earned and fought for. Socialism screeches, UNFAIR, UNFAIR! That advantage will NOT be tolerated: I am going to KILL you or STEAL that safety from you to make ME feel secure.
Years ago it became observable, that the giddy finders of hidden idols trusted far too much in their pretend powers of protection. Once found, many a player acted the fool, trying to throw shade on others in attempts to fake out their tribe, and present themselves as innocent, with a secret they were bursting at the seams to share: they wanted others to look and feel stupid in comparison to their own glowing brilliance and accomplishment. The cameramen heard and saw it all, and to their shame, many a talisman locator has gone home with sad little bead and string idols in their pocket; in fact, some have gone home with more then one, this, after plotting and planning the demise of those they thought too stupid to know how stupid they really are.
Of course, the producers of Survivor just plain old love folly. They enjoy controlled savagery, and when someone makes themselves look completely silly after many a prideful commentary, you know there is a set up of sorts. Pride does indeed, cometh before the fall.
Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall (Proverbs 16:18)
The cameramen, as I stated twice, are always watching, and then scenes and scenarios are diced and spliced frankenbite style, to give us a portrait of personalities. Who we are is unhide-able: we convey messages with our words, body language, moods, and attitudes. If we saw God as the one always watching, would we want to outwit, outplay, outlast one another? Is that the goal in life, to have the "best" most manipulative man standing while all around him, lay the fallen?
This brings me to my point, presented in the form of questions:
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