In other words, it's like doing your taxes.
|Earl the Squirrel's Rule #121|
As I approach my life expectancy I try to settle on a meme that encapsulates my view of life. As you may know, I'm all about brevity. My most successful contributions involve rendering down complex concepts into manageable principles. My editor asks me why I don't write a book. I ask her who would want to buy a book with fewer than 12 words in it. She says I could expand on the fundamentals. I don't bother responding that complicating issues is the exact opposite of what I do.
|Earl the Squirrel's Rule #143|
If so, consider reexamining that. The whole purpose is to get you onto your feet. Why would you get out of a warm, comfy bed while you're being serenaded with beautiful music? Consider moving the radio to the far end of the room and setting it to the most obnoxious station you can find. For me, Country and Western blaring out from ten feet away is enough to get me hurtling across the floor at the OFF switch.
As a young squirrel, I spend most of my days in the park, trawling for peanuts and watching humans play chess. It took me a few weeks to discern the basics, much longer to absorb the strategies. I confess that I would tsk-tsk loudly whenever anyone blundered. Aside from stones hurled by annoyed players, one thing struck me: everyone assumes having the first move is an advantage and, sure enough, that side achieves almost twice as many wins. Manuals, articles and annotations speak of White's advantage (i.e. "initiative") as axiomatic. Like most aficionados, I accepted this without question.
Only after taking statistics courses did I sense a flaw in this logic. With White playing for a win and Black hoping for a draw, 2-to-1 in White's favor is about what we should expect. When artificial intelligence inevitably perfects this game¹ we might discover that, at its outset, White is in zugzwang, where every possible move is fatal.
We understand that Nobody Reads Poetry but might our belief² that it cannot be resurrected be another self-fulfilling prophecy?
¹ - World Chess Champion and mathematician Emanuel Lasker was a friend of Albert Einstein and brother-in-law of German poetess Else Lasker-Schüler. Lasker's "La Macheide" reminds us that "the perfection of an endeavor destroys it." Just as we don't play tic-tac-toe, where knowledge of one or two simple tricks makes us unbeatable, or play adventure games after we've solved them, we won't play chess if and when computers have analyzed every possible variation.
² - If you don't accept that this sentiment is almost universal [among those who don't live in denial about poetry's death in the first place] please stay tuned for our next few posts.