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there are times, when playing a tournament level game, that you become so lost in thought over the position that you literally lose awarness of everything around you, stop hearing everything but the clock ticking away your time. The board takes on life, and you feel the tensions of the various squares as if the lines of force were a physical reality and the board might warp from the power. Each and every move becomes a fencing, as you test, probe, tweak the position for the most minute advantage that will give you a winning endgame. Was chess created by the Gods? Is it an art form, sport....or just a game for social misfits?