Who is living in this chess?

I remain the whole day playing chess with my computer. Like a Buda trying to develope a "no-mind" status, my atention is focused on those pawns, kings and horses. My inner space becomes EMPTY. Who is playing this game?. Which is the mission of this body attached near the WITNESS? 

I don´t know to play chess very well. Maybe my mission is to dedicate all my efforts to become complety unuseful/useless. Why do we have to spend our lifes doing those things that we know to do well? Hoy lei a Juan Goytisolo. Pone muy cerca a San Juan de la Cruz e Ibn al-Arab-i. Creo que el sufi esta mas lleno de amor.