Existence Dwells Within-or Does It

Have you ever wanted to join a club? Then this club is not for you. This club deals with the existences of life, mainly by refusing to be active. Self-inflicted discussions may ensue, yet never of interest or importance to the existence of reality. Or are they? You decide. But what is decision? Can mankind actually choose anything in this troubled world? Can you believe anything? Is it possible for people to foster originalities, or is everything merely recycled brainwaves? Needless to say, chess is not the main issue here. But chess presents its own intriguing intricacies. Why is the king, priceless to the others, forced to crawl about like an injured beast, while his mate traverses far and wide? What do the pawns have to say about life? Can one find a new beginning at the end of the board? Must one always transform, or can a pawn simply halt at the edge and remain stationary? What aversion do the bishops have to the color of their fellow? Why must they never coincide? Do not expect answers here, nor, indeed, questions. Expect nothing. Because what is expectation?