I don't like war. I don't like fighting. I just wanna love everybody. I know that sounds dumb. But really, I just wanna love everybody. I'm not a hippy. There is a time to war. There is a time to fight. What people seem to forget is there is also a time to stop.
There are men in rooms, deciding what to do next. When are one of these men gonna say game over?
I love chess. There is a beginning or opening, there is a counter to the opening, at some point there is a move that changes the game, there is an attempt to turn the tide back, and then there is the inevitable end. Yes, there is an end. When the contest is unwinnable, or when there are no more pieces, there is an end.
I think this might be the problem.
The men in these rooms, they seem to think they have an unlimited amount of pieces. And who knows, maybe they do. I imagine they're pleased to have an endless amount of pieces. But what if they didn't? What if they only had a king, a queen, two bishops, two knights, two rooks and eight pawns? And what if these pieces had names and faces? And what if their names were people in their own family or their own community? What if THEY were one of these pieces. If these were the stakes, do you think the men in these rooms would want to keep playing?