Arre, the chess engine on my phone counts every little thing — pieces, squares, even whose king feels safer — and boils it down to a centipawn score, which is just a fancy way of saying who's a tiny bit ahead. I see that number blinking after my blunders and it feels like a strict teacher marking my paper in red ink. But my life says this perfect evaluation misses the joy of the messy middle game, like how my students' imperfect but heartfelt essays move me more than any cold grammar score ever could.
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