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The Galearthéan Institute Of Flat Earth Science & Technology
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Since ancient times civilisations from all over the world have harboured deeply philosophical beliefs about the origin and nature of our cosmos.
And even today, albeit amidst a dictatorship of the deprivation of natural consciousness, we still do.
The Cosmic Trinity is a supplementary teaching of Galearthéan cosmology, in that it is the most philoscientific of all astronomical curriculum and as such is to be regarded as an almost separate thesis.
This thesis adopts the theorem that Galearthéa, or our physical world, is both finite and contained, yet of a spiritual infinity.
When I say ‘finite’ and ‘contained’, I mean it has a size, shape and boundary beyond which we cannot physically pass.
Yet when I say of a ‘spiritual infinity’, I mean it has a being, nature and timelessness beyond which we can transcend God.
Aye, the game of Chessatya is not merely a pastime of spiritual recreation between friends, but is also a pastime of spiritual recreation with God.
Whilst the philosophical history behind Chessatya’s creation is one of peace, reconciliation and understanding, Chessatya Solitaire is in fact also a unique philosophical practise completely in and of itself.
As the name suggests, Chessatya Solitaire is indeed a game played solitary. Yet whence thine solitude is one spent meditating with God, thence Chessatya Solitaire is a game shared also with God.
Whilst it is not unusual for Western Chess players to partake in ‘solitaire’ games by themselves, these are in all rationality, only for Opening and positional studies.
For in Western Chess your only opponent is either a real living person or an artificial intelligence simulation.
Chessatya Solitaire is on the other hand a much more sentimentally intimate encapsulation of a “virtual” companion.
That is to say, Chessatya Solitaire embraces through the Dice, the abstract concept of a supernatural opponent. You could call this opponent ‘Karma’, ‘Chaos’ or even ‘God’. Yet for the passionate dedication and purpose for which this game was designed, we will call our companion ‘God’.
Thus the spiritual practise of Chessatya Solitaire is the assertion, proclamation and ascension unto complete honesty and adherence unto God.
This is a game then, of intellectual honesty and an exercise of solitary morale.
Prepare thine self for a challenge of ghouls,
Hence a hand by chance worthy only of fools,
For this ancient game art greater than its host,
Play not one or two, but three, play the Ghost!
The heart beckons, aye, yet again I was drawn to the simplicity of the dice and the myriad of labyrinths kept hidden within their faces.
Simple and yet beautiful aren’t they? How many games have been invented with only a handful of dice? Only the roaring oceans of sailors gone before could possibly know.
Here then is another game of my own.
This game dawned on me in a kind of “eureka” moment. I was thinking very deeply about the game of Yahtzee and pondering over its limitations.
I wanted to somehow bring an extra dimension of strategy to what is quite simply a game of mere dice.
Whence the moment of realisation struck I was actually quite awestruck to have worked it out. Perhaps it was a premonition, perhaps it was divination, or perhaps… it was my Ghost.
Chess is like an Opera,
The board a theatre,
The pieces the performers,
Yet the game has only just begun.
Phantom to f4.
The centuries long search for the next evolution of Chess by Grandmasters and Chessicians alike has indeed proved itself a worthy adversary to even the greatest minds.
Yet perhaps this little wonder which has boggled so many for such a long time is and always has been staring us in the face. Laughing at us. Dancing around us unawares. Teasing us with possibilities but then never materialising to grant us its existence.
Indeed the “holy grail” that is the evolution of Chess may very well have driven many a player insane with torment.
Today however, I do believe that someone, who has lurked amongst the shadows of the Chess board for so many centuries, seems to have forgotten their cape.
Elusive, aren’t they, Phantoms?