The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake
The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake
I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.
My world we humans weÆre just pawns on an immortal chessboard.
The easiest way to sum up the relationship between the drivers and NASCAR is that we are pawns on a chessboard. We don't make the big moves. We're just sacrificial lambs so to speak. They have their way of explaining to you very quickly that you can be replaced very, very easily in this sport no matter how popular you are.
That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won, the pattern of her thought on the chessboard, charmed me warm again and then some.
All that matters on the chessboard is good moves.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories