From a pragmatic point of view, games and other vices separating the chaff from the grain are useful for the system. One less, more for the rest. God will punish those who have no love in them by taking time from them. On the other hand, everyone knows movies about zombie apocalypses, and these scenarios have nothing good about them. Some sound balance is needed.
A person is ready to do any stupid thing in the name of his love. The rage of love makes the entire world serve it. The world resists the rage of love but… it only makes it stronger. When it encounters a dam on its path, love accumulates its rage with joyful enthusiasm, thus acquiring a cosmic strength. The most important thing is to resist temptation and under no pretext (especially a good one) to leave the true path. The devil makes the chosen one go through fire and water in order to separate the chaff from the grain. The grain is true love and the chaff is false love.
It's not allowed to separate the wheat from the chuff till the full ripening of the harvest, as the goal of an object changes it's nature and until the object find the purpose of its existence, it's undefined. It can change it's goals many times as it ripens
To get rid of errors, you need to check, make and redo from 3 to 7 times. To get rid of random mistakes, you need to love your job. Love is a defense against chance. Chance is what separates the wheat from the chaff.
How to separate the wheat from the chaff? Very easy, grains courageous and brave and cowardly chaff. The tares will sink like flies in syrup, and the grains will rush towards the light of love and truth. The seeds will gain faith and give rise, and the tares will perish in the darkness of doubt. The grains will go to fear, and the tares will run from fear.
A fly in the ointment turns a barrel of honey into a barrel of shit. But it's all ignorance. You just don't know how to separate the wheat from the chaff. In the gold ore of gold not more than 3% in fact, it is a spoon of honey in barrel of shit.
Until the moment of death it is impossible to separate the wheat from the chaff, because life is movement. As long as there is life, there will be no finished result. Grains turn into chaff, the chaff in the grain.
Truth is a theory that grows well and productively in practice, and falsehood is an imperfect and defective grain, chaff that grows poorly and unproductively. Truth grains are scalable, fruitful, and useful. The tares of lies do not grow, are unfruitful and useless.
The devil is the Lord Reaper, the right hand of God, whose task is to separate the grain from the chaff. The grains are those in whom there is love, and the tares are defective grains in which love, alas, did not happen...