Some people love playing chess. You get to play god, moving pawns around a chess board. Every move calculated with precision, the number on each side dispensable, falling like dominoes, yet some irreplaceable. It’s a game of brutal preservation, a game of running across cross-hatched squares, running from revolt while your kingdom disappears. Each numbered square virtually indistinguishable, before a checkmate materializes. Such conceptual barbarianism is comical for a thinking man’s game.
Perhaps that’s the difference between a barbarian’s game and a thinker’s game. The barbarians will attack themselves, the thinker would rather sit and move the pieces around. Like numbers on each side of a chessboard.
Thanks to WordPress’ Daily Post for this week’s photo prompt, numbers. -MC