King’s pawn to E4 and I enter
a Vulcan vacation, the language of numbers, the music of the spheres, Plato’s Forms, the Grand Unifying Theory,
and Pure Mind,
like the time I ate too much wasabi, the pores of my consciousness opened, and my being fused with the universe.
And they wonder why my chess coach has left all his earthy possessions, other than his board and his bicycle, for the sake of the “game.”