When A Chess Player Looks At The

History Knows No Scruples And No Hesitation. Inert And Unerring, She Flows Towards Her Goal. At Every Bend In Her Course She Leaves The Mud Which She Carries And The Corpses Of The Drowned.

To Sell Oneself For Thirty Pieces Of Silver Is An Honest Transaction; But To Sell Oneself To One S Own Conscience Is To Abandon Mankind.

The Integrative Tendencies Of The Individual Operate Through The Mechanisms Of Empathy, Sympathy, Projection, Introjection, Identification, Worship- All Of Which Make Him Feel That He Is A Part Of Some Larger Entity Which Transcends The Boundaries Of The Individual Self. This Psychological Urge To Belong, To Participate, To Commune Is As Primary And Real As Its Opposite. The All-important Question Is The Nature Of That Higher Entity Of Which The Individual Feels Himself A Part.

We Find In The History Of Ideas Mutations Which Do Not Seem To Correspond To Any Obvious Need, And At First Sight Appear As Mere Playful Whimsies Such As Apollonius' Work On Conic Sections, Or The Non-euclidean Geometries, Whose Practical Value Became Apparent Only Later.

When A Chess Player Looks At The Board, He Does Not See A Static Mosaic, A 'still Life', But A Magnetic Field Of Forces, Charged With Energy - As Faraday Saw The Stresses Surrounding Magnets And Currents As Curves In Space; Or As Van Gogh Saw Vortices In The Skies Of Provence.