A haunting thought, one day we all gonna die and then...

We gonna meet mother Teresa, bill gates and Edison at the pearly gates. They all will have sooo much to showcase to the heavenly father. And we, what will we have to say for ourselves on that day? That we spent a life moving chess peices to the tune of our inner urges, the passion of chess the passion to push wood in a certain way. To push wood with style. To push wood with, oh avast all of us into the bottomless pit.

For a life spent wood pushing is nothing compared to a life spent uniting the world or feeding the sick. 

The omission of one sin, doesn't make your record clean unless it is replaced with good deeds. Are you kind? Generous? Selfless? That kinda thing