There is a certain energy and a most certain truth to the game. The game has a life of its own. It cannot be changed, it cannot be told what to do. It runs through fields, climbs hills, rests, drifts down hills, rests once again and then just might take off in strictly one direction and at the end of its pre-decided/pre-destined run, turn right back around and make an equal run the opposite way. Most of all the game has no memory. Straightaways, winding hallways, plateaus and mountains. The game will decide when the cards are put into the show where it is going to go and what will happen. The game of Baccarat at times resembles personal relationships. Loving you or hating you. Giving you chances and only compromised by your own bad judgment or perhaps your influenced judgment by other people. Once again the game tried to offer you chances to reconcile but to your own revengefulness or stubbornness, you financially and emotionally get hurt at times. But in your quest for smooth sailing and reaching that pot at the end of the proverbial rainbow, you continue with hopes of marrying Baccarat's 'lady luck'. Other card games are just card games, numbers and win or lose decisions. Doesn't really matter how it comes out, no one generally can track anything near the monumental meaning of the cards within a baccarat game. Baccarat is an adventure, a sexual bliss, a mystery defined to many and so misunderstood by the masses. Baccarat is a unique and adventure sucking game that will likely always remain just that.