And so once more, after a great deceleration, the acceleration returns and is accelerating.

The acceleration is accelerating. Anyway.

So it is time to pick up speed and go racing once more. Need to go around the bends and see where they lead. Need to get ahead of the pack. Need to find out what there is that is not always there due to being obscured in ways most fantastic. Need to find out the things that need to be found out and all that other stuff.

Sometimes none of that really matters and all that needs to be done is the getting ahead of the pack and focusing on where the road leads. Sometimes it does not lead to places most desirable, but the finish line is beyond and if it can be seen, then it can be reached. If it cannot be seen, it still can be reached. Therefore, it needs to be reached.

Then again, perhaps it does not need to be reached at all and what needs to be done is the path forward needs to be found. Perhaps that path forward involves not racing whatsoever and as such, the race needs to be left. There needs to be a going to elsewhere and then discovering that elsewhere. Maybe there will be some sitting on a car and watching the sun disappear as day transitions to night, but of course you wouldn’t want to do that for too long as, whilst driving in the dark is fun, it also is a little more dangerous and I think it would be better to avoid any unnecessary danger.

So anyway, I guess the point that I’m trying to make here is that this does not need to be a race. However, I might just keep treating it as such as I want to get to the finish line in under the minute amount of five, even though I have a minute amount of ten. Maybe that means I should switch this to being under five minutes from here on in. That could create a lot more pressure than necessary, however, and so I need to carefully consider this idea, but I might just forget. In fact, I will just forget and then not think about such a thing until many days or months from here. Then again, I might think about it in a few hours again. Don’t know and it is not something that I’m overly concerned with, or concerned with at all for that matter.

What I am concerned with, however, is getting this bit of writing done and then racing ahead and getting in front of the pack. I need to follow the route that is set out and then get to the finish line before all the others so that many more races can be had, and joy may be experienced for a few fleeting seconds, or something.

Then again, maybe there will be no joy and instead it’ll just be mostly continuous racing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:21:79

There is a bit more obvious seriousness in this one than some of the other recent rambles, but I think I put in too much clutter.

Written at home.