Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state… something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?

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.

To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life, as Eve felt the joy of life. To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not about who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end.

The sun rises every day. What is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer! I will often admire beautiful sunrise, but I will never consider the sun a champion for having risen.