Chess did not die quietly.
It died on camera — smiling, optimized, flattened
into something that no longer resembles the fire that once defined it.
We reject the Engine Regime as the final word.
40-move prep. Cowardly symmetry. Sterile endgames.
Perfect defense that kills creativity before it’s born.
I. Chess Was Never Meant To Be Solved
Morphy, Tal, Bronstein — they played like humans who wanted to feel something. They didn’t worship 0.00.
II. The Middlegame Is Sacred
This is where ideas fight for breath, where intuition dances with chaos, where sacrifices make no sense until they suddenly make all the sense.
III. Chess Is Art, Not Spreadsheet
You can automate moves. You cannot automate vision, madness, beauty.