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Jan 2020
What is white? and what is black?
Is the white God, and death the Devil?

Or is white your life and Black the enemy - whatever form you will, depression, illness, always shadowing the step of light.

An almost infinite random probability of numbers in the beginning. All to be determined by your own mind.  
Its history & creation still a mystery.

The king may be you, for that is the game. And think! What is the antithesis of you, for that is the black king you must seek to check. Every game is different.

The queen your counterpart. Whether it be a woman or man, or maybe even a god? Aggressively passionately destroying your enemy.
The black queen well - heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The most powerful, helpful champion.

The knights may be your friends, the only piece that can jump over the enemy deep into the lines of onslaught.
Directed perfectly and they will give you the upper hand.

The rooks may be siblings, or family friends. Linear to the point. Influential when no other pieces exist, have seen the entire game and finally help you win it.
Foundations of the 4 corners of the board.

Mum and Dad, the bishops, the only ones that are able to slide in between the cracks of all the pieces, if you enable them to.

And the pawns.
Ah the pawns.
Only the true masters of the game know how to use them.

Only you can determine the battle between light and dark, whatever that may be.

Only you.
Why is this on my mind trying to sleep, I'm not even good at chess
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   Mark Parker
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