A Simple Game of Chess

A simple game really. A pastime that is simple to learn from, yet it can take a lifetime to master. For generations upon generations, chess has been a game of wonder, of intrigued interest. A simple game where there is only one winner. A game of strategy, never chance. Everything is thought of beforehand, every piece counts for something. Everyone has a price, as well as a price to pay. It can take a long time or a short time, yet it will be finished sooner or later. Patience is a virtue. Every action and every thought--counts.

As with any game of Chess, the Pawns are the first in line and are used for sacrifice. The soldiers. All those in the playing area, or the battle zone, those who suffer first, and take the blows. As with any match, sometimes the Pawn reaches to the other side of the board, and then chooses it’s shape, or to change to a new piece, when it reaches it’s goal after a long and hard journey traveling towards their destiny. It can be anything it wants...except for one piece - the king - in which it must defend and spread its glory. It can become a unique piece, to serve a vital function. It can turn the game around. Even though Pawns are weak, they are a must in a Chess game. And somehow, carry an urge of power so great and mighty...that we can never take them for granted.

There are others, such as the Rook, the Knight, and the Bishop. They are precious pieces, yet are willing to sacrifice themselves for others. All having an unique function. All having a choice. All with one objective in mind: To win. They know the rules; they know the risk--and still, they put themselves in danger, all working as a team, together, protecting their King from the foe's attack.

And there is also a Queen. The main enforcer. The one who keeps control, and keeps everything in line. Sometimes it is sacrificed, yet doing so is extremely vital. Yes, there can be more than one Queen. A Pawn has the ability to do so when it reaches the other side. And some, yes some, have done it, even though they seemed at one point to be so weak.

The King. The whole point of the game. It has a simple move...and it can never be destroyed. The King never dies. It surrenders to the other, submits it’s powers, and changes form. And all is well.

Yes, there are Draws and Stalemates. Yet this doesn’t stop the urge, the wanting to spread and take over. And yes, the game can be renewed, as the will of a cycle, and is played all over again. And as with any other game, it is played again. And again. And again. Until the urge and motivation stops.

In the game of our universe, the battle between good and evil takes place. There is our main faith, The Force. The belief in which can never die, only to be changed into something purer and magnificent. And their are the enforcers and the main pieces...who defend it. And there are those that sacrifice all, and are willing to be destroyed...and risk it all for what they believe in. We exist as one of these pieces of our game of life. And we go on...until the game is over.

Yet the mind has it’s own game of chess, where the player, the owner of the mind, becomes and exist as all the pieces of one side. Yet there is another side. May it be our conscience, or another side urging us to do something, our mind goes against this resistance, and your conscience goes against it’s doubt. We keep playing, and even when we win or loose, we sometimes find that urge and motivation to play again. Every move counts. It all means something, and we decide who will win or loose...by how we play the game.

A simple game of chess. Intriguing it is.

...Jedi Relan Volkum

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