"Which piece on the
chess board are
you?," an
omnipresent, clear voice asked me. I did not see the body this voice belonged to. I stood in a field of giant chess pieces. My
viewpoint suddenly changed. I saw the board from afar.
"Well, I'm not a
pawn," I replied calmly. "No one has bothered to move me. I'm rather
insignificant in this game." I stopped to think for a moment, as my hand hovered over the board. "I'm not a
knight. I'm not a
gallant warrior, stepping out into the game early. I wait."
"Are you sure you're not a
pawn?," the voice questioned.
"No, I may not be useful in the game, but I still have my moments." My eyes were on the board studying the pieces. They stood still upon the board in their beginning postions. "I'm not a
bishop. I don't know why... Perhaps it's just because of the
religious reference. I've never been much into
religion."
"Are you sure you're not a
pawn?"
"Yes, quite so. Perhaps I'm a
rook, staying out of the game early, coming in the middle or end of the game." As I spoke some pieces disappeared, and the
rook moved to
castle. "But, I'm not one to move and protect the
king. So I guess I'm not a
rook."
"Are you sure you're not a
pawn?"
I paused to consider their query. I was running out of pieces to be. "I can't be a
king. I don't
lead people, and I'm not the most
important piece on the board. I can't be the
queen, I don't hold that sort of
power and
influence."
"Are you sure you're not a
pawn?," the voice struck inside my head. No one ever wants to admit that he is just a
pawn in the
game.
"I don't know."