Plato And Aristotle

Mad Max was down at the beach at the edge of the world looking for someone to play his favorite game: “Plato And Aristotle” with him.
Reality was enjoying the pleasure garden and politely demurred. Loopey Looise, after the rules were explained to her six times, agreed and the Lion Heart willingly agreed to judge because he knew L. Looise might prove to be interesting or weird if nothing else.
They drew straws and Max lost. Loopey Looise came back after about three hours consulted with the Lion Heart on the rules one last time and went back out on the rock again. Five hours later she came back with, “don’t fry stuff naked.”
The Lion Heart laughed and said, “no point.”
Max gave Loopey Looise a questioning look.
“You know, the grease spatters…”
Max nodded as sagely as possible. He went out on the rock and after only six hours he came back and said excitedly, “never trust an enlightened master who can’t dance.”
The Lion Heart nodded and Loopey Looise began dancing. “I like that one especially…”
Max looked like he would burst. “And?”
“No point.”
“Awww, that was close!” Max said exhaling.
“Not really.”
They played for seventeen weeks without stopping. While Max was out there, L. Looise practiced dancing. While L. Looise was out there, Mad Max would dig a hole and look for the space the dirt had been in. He was fascinated by his ability to make space. So much so that he would drag anybody who happened to be at The River Water House out to the beach to see his ‘space collection.’
Just about everyone but Reality saw a beach with a ridiculous number of holes dug in it although some saw piles of sand.
“I can create space whenever I want,” he said to the Lion Heart.
“You are amazing Max.” The Lion Heart said kindly.
Loopey Looise came back after about a day and a half and said, “abandon what should be abandoned.”
“That’s very good.” Max said.
“But no there’s no point.”
“I quit then.”
“We’ve only just started.” Max protested.
Loopey Looise walked away without another word.