This is not a story about a vehicle that slows down or accelerates. It is about the Passenger who gazes into the distance, lost in thought. The vehicle is fragile. Prone to rust and ruin. Yet it is the Passenger who determines the direction, pondering the true destination. Even when the journey ends, the Passenger may continue the journey into deeper mysteries. The Passenger ventures forth into profound unknowns, unbound by steel and velocity. What does your vehicle look like today? And who rides within? Is it a serene soul, or a restless one?
