We are but chessmen, destined, it is plain,                     
                That great chess-player, Heaven, to entertain;                  
                It moves us on life's chess-board to and fro,                   
                And then in death's dark box shuts up again.                    
                                                                               
                --- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, s.270                         
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                 Silicon Castles
 
 
                                  by Jack Maet