There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

That which you manifest is before you.

In racing, they say that your car goes where your eyes go. The driver who cannot tear his eyes away from the wall as he spins out of control will meet that wall; the driver who looks down the track as he feels his tires break free will regain control of his vehicle.

What I want now is what I've always wanted.

That which you manifest is before you. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.

The visible becomes inevitable.

These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into the pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face. Men, on the other hand, are all filters and deflectors and timed release.