But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?

People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

And I wonder: Have I squandered my dogness? Have I forsaken my nature for my desires? Have I made a mistake by anticipating my future and shunning my present?

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the other than it is to drive too hard and crash.

Sometimes I believe...Sometimes I really do believe.

...you have to reach for things beyond your grasp, or what is heaven for