As long as you play chess, you depend on moves directed at your opponent. This changes when you start thinking about the game itself rather than the movements. _____________________________________________________________ Ernst Jünger's Commentary on Friedrich Georg's 70th Birthday
At the darkest hour, in the deepest night, I was carrying my everlasting fright. The churning sea, and the storm, Oh, heaviest burden, and raging fire, While ascending higher and higher, I feel the shadows, it is sure, Once, I remember, I was pure. Burning waters, raining fires, Elements are shaken, trembling the earth, I gave up my birthright, my birth. Driven I am already, by demonic forces. And the four knights are riding with their horses, Only for me, oh my soul, flee, flee, Lord where are you? Save me, My Majesty...
Suppose that a code existed that was known only to the initiated, a hidden algorithm that defined exchange rate volatility and the parameters of stock market derivatives. What, then, would be the value of wealth and the civilization we live in, and what would be the value of our social system and social consensus? What if an algorithm cryptographically defined the randomness of everyday life? What, then, would be the identifiers for happiness and fate, success and failure in such a world? And what if this code was not of divine origin but man-made? If heaven and hell were earthly, and the rise and fall of nations were just a game in a sandbox that the hegemon created for the players? What task would a 'Messiah' have in such a world? And would he who were to finish the game be the Messiah or his antithesis? This is the story of a few of the players.
Good afternoon, Monsieur Le Bon. A good day to you, too, Monsieur Joly. How long has the patient been in a persistent vegetative state? I think since the mid eighties. And the patient is still alive? Yes, Maurice, the brain is still wholly intact, as are the organs... But Gustave, why does not the patient wake up? It seems that the patient is aware of everything that happens around him, but for some reason prefers to flee from reality. I understand, Gustave; this is tragic, very tragic but also not bad, because then we can openly talk while we play. All right, Maurice, lets get the patient to the table and let him watch our game...
As long as you play chess, you depend on moves directed at your opponent. This changes when you start thinking about the game itself rather than the movements. _____________________________________________________________ Ernst Jünger's Commentary on Friedrich Georg's 70th Birthday
At the darkest hour, in the deepest night, I was carrying my everlasting fright. The churning sea, and the storm, Oh, heaviest burden, and raging fire, While ascending higher and higher, I feel the shadows, it is sure, Once, I remember, I was pure. Burning waters, raining fires, Elements are shaken, trembling the earth, I gave up my birthright, my birth. Driven I am already, by demonic forces. And the four knights are riding with their horses, Only for me, oh my soul, flee, flee, Lord where are you? Save me, My Majesty...
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