When our game’s in a hopeless bind
And we find out we’re too far behind—
That we’ve no more to bring,
And we can’t win this thing—
It’s time for becoming resigned.
When we’ve wrung out all we can wring,
There’s an action that no one should ding:
We make up our mind
That, with all things combined,
It’s time to tip over the king.
Doubling going sequential
Displays extinction potential,
Where multiple factors—
Like heat and reactors—
Also go exponential.
Make Chess, Not War
Chess is like war, it’s been said:
You fight until one of you’s dead,
But beating the king
Isn’t really my thing,
So I’m beating the bishop instead.