A game of chess. Does not necessarily involve seduction. Seduction triggers adultery. Gerontion would have said, why bother having passion, since all passion will eventually be adulterated?
Knowing the rules is simple, mastering, beyond difficult. Some people have talents whereas some not. Knowing the rules is one thing, making calculation, another story. Does mastering chess then make one scheming and calculative? Some say life is like a game of chess. We are all chess pieces. The invisible hand makes our moves and we don’t have a choice at all. Manipulated. We don’t have to be manipulated if we refuse to believe in fate. Some young and intellectual minds I know do not believe in fate anymore. That was one of the first culture shocks I encounter here in Europe.
Black and white. The Dionysian power and the Apollonian power. Does one have to get drunk to achieve true art? Why are so many artists so disgruntled and mentally fucked-up? Melancholia and optimism. Blind optimism is downright stupid. Being an optimist doesn’t help you save the world. Nor does abiding rules necessarily help solve the problems. Some stick to the rules and do everything right but still suffer. Real life isn’t black and white. The only realistic black-and-white object in the world is probably a documentary film.
Shall we play chess tonight? Shall we perform the opposing force of black and white? Or do you prefer watching a boring black and white documentary film?
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