On Bobby Fischer

Like many of you, perhaps, I had forgotten about Bobby Fischer, the chess hero/icon/ mystic of many decades past. His death last week brought his face and story to our attention once more. What a genius. How filled with hate and paranoia, unable to live without blaming his supposed worries on faceless others, refusing to take responsibilities himself. It is enough to really get one discouraged about the human species. If a genius like Bobby Fischer is that out of whack, what chance to we mere mortals have of getting it together?

At times it seems like reason and valid hope is as near as the person sitting next to you in a pub. And you regain hope. Then the smart of the world, the intellectuals, those in power or “in-the-know” do or say the most stupid things. Or, more importantly, they do not DO what needs to be done when they have the chance. Does the world have a chance? Are we as stupid a life-form as we appear? God, are we the best hope you have? (I truly hope that there are ETs out there - that we are NOT the most advanced life form in the universe.)
Bobby, you had it all. The world was yours. You blew it.

Isn’t he a paradigm for us all? The world is ours. We have all we need. We could feed the world’s starving on what is discarded from the tables of the wealthy. A fraction of the world’s weapons budget would literally solve the financial needs of the poor. But we don’t accept responsibility.. Fear rules us. We blame others. Just like Bobby Fischer.

But there is no cosmic Iceland to take us in and care for us. (The country of Iceland gave Bobby Fischer sanctuary.) We are on our own, assuming that there are no benevolent aliens to play the part. Imagine Bobby Fischer’s last years without an Iceland refuge. Those last years for him personally would have been much like the future years for the earth if we don’t change, if the ordinary person doesn’t start to act a bit more extraordinary and stop following the “know-it-alls” of the world.

“Most people want to find happiness but you don’t just find it anymore than steel is just found. You refine steel from the rough ore and in the same way you fashion happiness from life’s opportunities.” - Charles Templeton