Please allow me to introduce myself. I am a class chess player. That means I play like Jekyll/Hyde. Sometimes I am sharp like a knife. Other times I am dull like a spoon.
It reminds me of an old zen story where the master was always holding up one finger to explain enlightenment. One disciple used to imitate him by holding up his finger the same way.
One day the master catches him doing it. He tells him he has it all wrong. He cuts off the disciples finger! Then the master makes the familiar gesture and looks at the disciple. In that moment the student reaches enlightenment.
So much for zen stories. I think everyone should read Brian Victoria's Zen at War for an education on the nature of religions.
In my imagination my hero Ulf Andersson plays 1Nf3. He sees me play 1.Nf3 and in anger and horror, he sweeps the pieces off the board. After setting them up again he plays 1.Nf3. And I get enlightenment! I understand that I cannot play 1.Nf3 like Ulf plays Nf3 until I can play endgames like Ulf does.
Then I bow to the great Master Ulf, and play, 1.e4. Nigel Short comes into the room and sweeps my pieces off the table. How could I assume I can play 1.e4?
Perhaps I should open with 1.h4?
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