All of your plans are subject to and at the mercy of someone else's intellect; every move you make decreases your ability to comprehend every possible counter; your weakest unit becomes your most powerful; your core is vulnerable in and of itself, requiring many defenders; your first move means nothing to the rest of the game; your layers go from appearance to the physical to the mental to the spiritual to the definition of existence; the board faces the constant fear of an interfering arm.
The differences: you have more than one chess board, don't get a fair number of moves to make up for it, and not everything is in black and white.
But, of everything in the world, what feels better than beating a skilled opponent in a battle of wit and intellect?
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Carpe Diem Ad Muertum
Sieze the day, to the death. There is no potential that shall be passed by, there is no piece of glory to fall by the wayside, there is no soul to left unsaved by the brilliance of language. As writers, we are gods.
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