Heavenletters

Very precise diagnosis! But why is this hard to understand for You, dear God?

Anyway, being German, I had to research that donkey game, and this is what I found:
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Pin the Tail on the Donkey is a game played by groups of children. A picture of a donkey with a missing tail is tacked to a wall within easy reach of children.[1] One at a time, each child is blindfolded and handed a paper "tail" with a push pin or thumbtack poked through it. The blindfolded child is then spun around until he or she is disoriented.[1] The child gropes around and tries to pin the tail on the donkey. The player who pins their tail closest to the target, the donkey's rear, wins.[1] The game, a group activity, is generally not competitive; "winning" is only of marginal importance[clarify].
Pin the Tail on the Donkey is suitable for children who are old enough to walk and to know better than to eat the small sharp tacks. The game is also used in child development research.[2]
The game can also be played by teenagers and adults, especially if the "donkey" is replaced with depictions of something or someone else. As a drinking game, the person with the worst tail pinning is awarded one shot of a selected alcohol, to be determined by house rules or the loser in a friendly environment[citation needed].
Idiomatically, the term can be used derisively for any assigned activity which is pointless or for which a person has been handicapped (blindfolded)[citation needed].
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[Gloria, is it giving in to here?:
You have been so stubborn. What exactly do you think you would be giving into when you acknowledge the true state of your heart?

Oh, and is there an is missing here?:
Tell Me, please, what is this perceived need of yours to feel far away from Me, even isolated? To even think of being away from Me is far-fetched, yet you too often believe or have believed that is the case. Nothing could be further from the Truth, and yet you have believed it. You have believed it all too well. It as if the suffering of alienation somehow has given you a kind of satisfaction, as if you have won something. What satisfaction could that be? What could you have won but unnecessary unhappiness?]