I will try this
There still has to be a mind behind the senses for evaluation of the datainput
and the quality of that mind decides the game. With more input, the amount
of information increases, this might be useful. It still has to be filtered for
garbagedata (garbage in ~ garbage out).
During tournamentgames in the real world, I often placed myself behind the
opponent. It has a subtile psychological effect and you perceive his view
of the game...
Thanks, KB, that's useful stuff. Chess in a perfect environment is usually a pretty silent game: the whisper of pens writing moves on a score sheet, the quiet plop of a chess clock being pressed (or the occasional crash as it is slammed in frustration). Not for us the noise and clamour of professional sport. Never do we have to contend with tennis professionals arguing with the referee, or screeching as they hit the ball.
Never!
Well ... hardly ever.
In the minor division of the Australian Championship in January one of my opponents left a pawn en prise, so I snaffled it. I was startled when she inhaled audibly then let it all out in an angry hiss. This became the pattern for the game and each time I created a problem for her I was subjected to the same inhale/hiss routine. It was the chess equivalent of the Sharapova Shriek?
I suppose I could have complained but, her bad manners aside, it struck me as funny. Besides, her discomfort was a very encouraging comment on the state of play.
At least, I could be grateful that she wasn't spitting on me.
When touring Yellowstone National Park back in May, I was on sensory overload. There was so much to see: geysers everywhere; volcanic rock; trees I'd never seen before; eagles; osprey; bison; elk; jagged rocks; snow (yes, on the highest elevations--I even stoped and threw a snowball); rivers; deep blue lakes; fast-moving streams; dramatic waterfalls; gorgeous gorges; blue skies; flowers; and so much more! I just couldn't take it all in.
Sounds filled the air: birds singing; water falling, churning, and gurgling; wind in the trees; momma animals calling their babies; geysers spraying; and so much more. And the smells filled the senses: fresh air; running water; evergreen; bison dung; and more. Even the sense of touch was overwhelmed: cold water; snow; temperature (was in the 30s when I arrived); cold handrails; rough benches around Old Faithful; rocks; and more. I tried bison and elk in restaurants. The elk was a little gamey. It took all five senses to take it all in and still it was not enough!
In a similar way, we must use all of our senses to win at chess (or risk missing the win):