A thought occurred to me recently. My brain doesn’t operate in similes very often, so it’s always nice to take a train of thought and run with it.

Life is like a game of chess, only one where the rules of the game are in constant flux, the pieces keep changing in appearance, and the hands that move the pieces are invisible. An outside observer may try for a time to recognize certain patterns in order to understand the moves and predict future outcomes, but he or she will always fail, because the game’s not static. However, a person who has eyes to see and ears to hear from the master player and inventor of the game (i.e., the One Who Always Checkmates His Opponent) — that person can discover what the rules are as the game progresses, discern the different pieces and their moves, and obtain important information on what the final outcome will be.

There is purpose and there is destiny in life. Many cultures throughout world history have recognized this. We in the modern, mechanistic West would do well to do likewise.