Reread “Scholar’s Mate” and I’m yet again crying. My favorite lines remain: “I’m glad to be able to think again, in the way I’ve grown accustomed to, but now that ability comes with the awareness that attempting to use it to counteract the effects of grief is a losing position. I can’t afford my usual stubbornness here. I have to process. I have to feel. I have to believe this is not in conflict with some other version of myself, but part of a whole being.” Read this post and I’m now contemplating a revival of my childhood chess hobby. You mention there are a very large number (that I’m not going to paste here) of unique chess games possible, and this week you prove there are at least two unique chess metaphors for life worth reading.
Reread “Scholar’s Mate” and I’m yet again crying. My favorite lines remain: “I’m glad to be able to think again, in the way I’ve grown accustomed to, but now that ability comes with the awareness that attempting to use it to counteract the effects of grief is a losing position. I can’t afford my usual stubbornness here. I have to process. I have to feel. I have to believe this is not in conflict with some other version of myself, but part of a whole being.” Read this post and I’m now contemplating a revival of my childhood chess hobby. You mention there are a very large number (that I’m not going to paste here) of unique chess games possible, and this week you prove there are at least two unique chess metaphors for life worth reading.
Let’s play!