When we control something we become it. When we steer the car we feel the texture of the road and adopt its dimensions as our own, and feel the tiny scrapes and impacts that scar her surface in our teeth and neck. We are our vehicle.
It’s strange. When, in our evolutionary process as a species, would we have the opportunity to develop this skill of becoming? Few human beings, until recently, had either the need or the means to occupy and control an object, a vehicle, an avatar.
We start at one degree of removal, though. We start off loosely fit inside our skulls, controlling our bodies from an intimate distance, and slowly learn to shape our minds into our limbs, to crawl, to stand, to run. And we experience the same process when we control something else: We are born anew. Stomp clutch, release slow, jerking, heaving, release…
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