Life is a chess game. We are all Pieces of Ivory, waiting for the next move. Waiting for the endgame. One move at a time, one side slowly gains the advantage. Black versus White. Right versus Might. Good, versus evil.
We can only see the two extremities in this game. There seems to be no mean, there is no median. No similarity between the two is just a mode. The highest value always wins.
Why is it, in this world of black and white, that we can never see the grey? Why are the similarities hidden from us? Is it truly that hard to accept that there really is no difference between either side?
The truth is, not every gambit ends in checkmate. Not every move can win you the game. Sometimes there is no mode. No winner. Just a tangled mess of deeds. Good deeds, bad deeds. Heroic deeds, barbaric deeds. We all commit them. Why do go to such great length to deceive ourselves?
Look here. Here is another board. Another game to be played. To lose is the greatest shame. To win, the greatest honor.
Fate was a master of the game. He could enter a match with odds stacked against him. He never lost a match. He always had the perfect game. A three-move checkmate. Knight, Redwall takes King, vermin. Another victory for white.
But masters can disappear. Masters can be jailed, and tortured. Masters can die.
Observe. A new game. An immaculate board. Black and white. Yet this game is different. There is no mode. Fate does not control the pieces. Every move, every risk, every gambit, is decided by the pieces of ivory. There is no true black or white here. There is only grey. There is only a mix of good and evil.
And yet, what is grey but a darker shade of black?
Whites move.
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