Playing cards, a club that is a clover, black and white, and the elusive and humble "two" – a card that mimics its twin. The clover's luck in the game of chance evokes memories of leisure with loved ones, revealing the mystique of card games, where order shapes destiny. This reflection prompts thoughts on navigating life's junctures, whether defined by risk, where odds guide choices, or uncertainty, where veils conceal them. In our world, real risks are scarce, replaced by nebulous uncertainties: "Which university? The right major? This union?" Amid life's uncertainty, playing cards with friends yields a semblance of mastery, refining decision-making. The rule persists: play, always with companions. I would make solitaire illegal.
"I don't want to belong to any club that would accept me as a member," said Groucho Marx. Here, the blue club belongs within the spade. Two lonely hearts, two aces, one inside the other. They belong to each other; they are conjoined. They are consummate. We can even see how the clover (or the club) entered from the bottom; now it is a part of the spade. When the spade digs, the club will also follow suit. The union of both forces me to contemplate souls and bodies, waves and particles, matter and form, Aristotle, and his hylomorphism. But it also reminds me of two individuals (two aces) becoming one because the spade has eaten the club.
Alejandro Hortal, Department of Philosophy, Visiting Assistant Professor