I see the board clearly. Two neat lines of shiny white figures on one side mirroring their dark twins at the other end. Each figure in this kingdom board has a role to play and they know it.
In the front rows are found the pawns; government clerks and soldiers, drivers and gardeners, cooks and staff sargeants, etcetera etcetera... all meshed into one stoic row of obedient, one-directional robots; doomed to die on the middle board like mindless CAFGUs waiting for landmines to explode at their steady advance.
The second row house the elite. Hemmed in by two towers manning each corner, the officers and cabinet members, the congress and the senate, the landlords and the tycoons, the mayors and their dutiful clones, plus all who perceive themselves as higher than someone else....dwell.
Their position is enviable.Unlike the lowly pawns, their moves have greater reach and therefore expel more power.
In the middle of this elite row are two strange figures. One is the queen. She is the most powerful of all. Gifted with an almost indefinite armory of moves, she sits beside the king, whom she deems pathetic and lame. He can only move one at a time; like a turtle painfully crawling in the mud-filled battlefield that is the board. At most times during the battle, his only moves are designed for one thing: evading capture.
Whew! Chess is really deeeep. :)