As you sit to play a
chess game, you extend your hand to your opponent. But this handshake is more
than a greeting. It is an acknowledgement from both of you - of a thank you to the chess gods - for
this opportunity to create something artistic - from these figures of wood or plastic - on sixty-four squares of canvas.
The clock is started.
It is a subtle reminder to all of us that we have only so much time, and we
must use it wisely.
The game begins when
the Leader of the White army’s hand reaches forward and unites a single member
under his command and advances him towards the enemy.
This soldier is placed
into position - really not by the hands of the player - but by his mind. The mind which must stay focused on
the target of the opposing King, but must weigh the risk to his own safety at
the same time.
Tempo is everything; perfection unobtainable. There
is always a slight nod, a tiny shake of the head, or a rubbing of the forehead by all players. This is an acknowledgement to
the chess gods is we - as mere players of this game - are fallible.
And now the battle is
on with advantage usually shifting back and forth, pulled by the powers in
heaven and even the powers from inside the earth
The chessmen are alive.
This chess game is a living sculpture with a unique characteristic – all its
own.
A tuning fork goes off
in your heart and your mind. It is such a pure feeling when that well-conceived
strategy we developed all alone is somehow going undetected by our always worthy and noble adversary. That feeling is the reason the game keeps us in it's grasp.
Now to the conclusion
of the game. It is usually sudden, and is always emotional at some level. The finish is sometimes due to a player
temporarily granted a tiny bit of the the creativeness of Morphy, the positional
strength of Browne, the tactics of Tal, the mental brawn of Petrosian, or the
pure genius of Fischer.
But usually it is due
to the fact that someone has strayed a little too far away from the
unattainable….and can no longer achieve the ultimate goal of victory.
Win, lose or draw, we
once again extend our hand. This time it is a warm thank you to the person who
granted you the honor of the opportunity to create a unique work of art. And one that will never - ever - be re-created exactly the same way again.
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