The Truth Needs No Understanding

“In a sense, life is like a game of chess, herr Spatz. It would be like it. If the pieces suddenly began to move in the other direction, changed color at the worst possible moment, and new squares kept appearing on the board…”
“Then what pieces are we, herr Kramm?”
“Personally, I’ve always wanted to be a player. But every time, all I could do was feel, once again, like a pawn.”
Continuation of the novel “Honesty is Free from Fear.”