Life as chess game

‘I feel like a piece in a game of chess when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved’ says Kierkegaard. The yearning to leave the prison of the chessboard! So: lifted by a giant hand--is the piece actually removed into freedom? Surely it goes into a realm in which literally none of the laws that make chess chess apply; a pure situation of chess-chaos—unstructured, unpurposive, unmeaning. A strange version of heaven, that, for a chess-lover.