Sunday - A Most Sunday

Knew a racing car driver. Believed in God. His faith had him comprehend what he was doing. He was racing for glory, to extend to his people the spirit of His beneficence, and to better become a man - a holy one. His belief shaped him; shaped his day, made comprehensible to himself and all others every act and thought that came through his life. His belief made sense of him. And it finally killed him. So strong was his belief, it left him no alternative. You can quit you know, a friend told him, No I can't he replied. His belief was like a train; like an unstopping rhythm. Far bigger than him. It made him. And it destroyed him. In flames at 320 km/h. I now ask do you risk a life of belief, knowing it will give your life it's perfect shape; knowing it will give meaning to every detail of your life, knowing when the story ends, when the conclusion comes, you're finished? Or, do you live empty, fragments, long? Do you live on the wheel, I ask?