2. In the West and in the East, in times before and times to come, in the spaces of history, on the faces of those who've gone and those who're yet unborn... In India and Persia and across the electric stormy seas, in correspondence strung along, in machine like expertise. In variants and vagabonds, in the red hot spectra of the lattice board of years, pawns resigned to fate and destiny as the thinking machine appears.
3. And NOW... from where I lay, between the sheets of the envelope in which I dream. The clock ticks by and I shade my eyes from the ghastly glow of screens within my mind. And every time, I dream in all directions of the trillion ways to death or victory. I am in awe from the deepness of wonder of the many things. And I begin to realize that I am the King, the tyrant and the glory, held in the bondage of her radiating power and tenderness. And I began to see deeper. Yet in the rolling froth of my thoughts, in all my wanderings, in all the variations of time and space, somehow I knew, ...as I have always known, ...as if it were already written, the path through the garden that would lead me back home.
5. And Fritz heard and saw and understood it all, and would, if Fritz could, have smiled in awe, granting the wish, the wish of dreams, dreams inside dreams, of what might be. Ye shall have your wish granted to be, dear pawn, with dreams of glory to be, and now, go forth, into the world, make your move, e4, to explore, all that lies ahead, so see if thy glory is, to be.