|who wrote this?||Js Haiku Shop|
Dec 19, 2001 2:22 PM
|it's signed "jim smeltzer." anybody have a clue who this is or can cite this copy? thanks.
We are people in otherwise responsible positions with predictable lives in which we are used to guiding events to our will, who now repeatedly subject ourselves to the elements, forces of nature and hard realities of riding at the edge of the envelope of our abilities, physical powers and endurance in a chaotic and not really predictable or controllable situation together. There is a reason.
You have found that reason.
We can talk all about the activism of the experience: our ancestors for thousands of years derived their existence from "the hunt", in which they exposed themselves to the rigors and dangers of the natural and unknown and unpredictable world.
We can talk about worship: the sheer beauty of the natural world in which God speaks to us in the universal language of sun and sky and wind and waterfall, and touches our soul.
We can talk about the physical challenges our bodies were made to meet and are missing in our daily lives. The opportunity to push oneself beyond ones known powers and skills, and the cleansing simplicity of maximum effort.
We can talk about energy expenditure: feeling the recoil of our hearts pounding at 180 pumping 20 quarts a minute through our dilated capillaries, our lungs taking in 20 gallons of frosty air and expelling 20 gallons of vapor a minute, steam rising from our beaded sweaty naked legs into the frosty air.
We can talk about the simplicity of a single task in our otherwise complicated lives.
We can talk about bonding: in this age, which abounds in lack of trust and honor, we rest comfortable and sure in the knowledge that no matter what happens to any one person or piece of equipment, we will get through this together and come out together and share whatever knowledge and skill and materiel we have to do it, and solve problems together, like a tire and duct tape splint for a dislocated thumb.
We can talk about fear: and meeting it in a direct and simple fashion when the rest of our life has indirect and amorphous not really confrontable fears.
We can talk about focus: On the downhill, the absolute necessity to eliminate distractions, mental diversions and lack of focus in which we normally live our daily lives and focus entirely on what we are doing.
We can talk about spilling blood and its cleansing effect of washing us free of the fear of our mortality and of death that makes us hide from life.
We can talk about transcendental experience: The inner calm that comes when we have our weight back and loose on the screaming downhill and the bike is everywhere in front of and below us, our eyes and muscles communicating and adjusting faster than we can think, adapting to the events that come faster than any conscious mind can respond, and yet we are floating loose and still and free and calm in the midst of chaos - totally free as we cannot remember ever being free.
It is moments like these that make up the very substance of life itself. But when you talk about this your friends will look at you a little funny. They will not understand. They will try to dismiss these experiences, which can not be surrounded by words, which do not fit words, and which can not be understood through words.
But nothing we can say can compare to the doing of it. You just have to do it! Tell them that!
|Some guy named "Belongs in Non Cycling Disscusions" ; ) nm||Allen az|
Dec 19, 2001 3:13 PM
|did you read it? it's cycling-related. d'oh! nm||Js Haiku Shop|
Dec 20, 2001 5:31 AM
|Bill Hicks. He wrote this once he got his head straight||Krill|
Dec 19, 2001 10:25 PM
|Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death. Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather...
See, I think drugs have done some GOOD things for us, I really do. And if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CD's and burn em'. Cause you know what? The musicians who've made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years...
RRRRRRRRRRRRReal f!@#in' high on drugs."
|are you 'chasing the tail of dogma?' nm||Js Haiku Shop|
Dec 20, 2001 5:37 AM
|Eleven has been and will be waiting...||Ahimsa.|
Dec 20, 2001 7:48 AM
|..defending his light and wondering.... |
|re: This is worth reading||Bi-Psycholist|
Dec 21, 2001 4:24 PM
|It's pretty good. I like it. It's sort of pumped up but he captures a lot of what makes cycling worthwhile. What about the functional beauty of the machine though?|| |