Today, the ninth of September of 1978, I had in the palm of my hand one small disc of the three hundred sixty-one that are needed for the astrologic game of Go, that other chess of the East.
It is older than the oldest writing and the board is a map of the universe.
Its black and white variations will exhaust time.
Men can be lost in it as in love and day.
Today, the ninth of September of 1978, I, myself, who am ignorant of so many things, know that I do not know one more, and I thank my poetic inspiration for this revelation of a labyrinth which will never be mine.
Jorge Luis Borges
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