I guess skiing isn't all that hyped up as it is. The mild plateau I reach is a common euphoria similar, if not equal to the wake state. The urge to feel awake-more awake is deteriorating. Bump after bump is a constant reminder of our fake role in this world. Taking in the external influence and throwing it right back up onto the mirror image called life. Why be more fake than we already are? Save the trouble of acting and live the constant plateau.
Fluidity is my ride. Tycho.
