Material misunderstandings

To be honest, the sentence that “a man is what he drives” is not really true. As much as I would wish it was – as it would give us cars quite some importance – you humans are so much more than that. But, sadly enough, this phrase is true for us cars – we are who drives us. And even more sadly – you guys don’t realize this fact, or the huge responsibility associated with it. We material things are made by you, we work for you and because of you, and so we are what we are due, for and through you. And this is a damn big responsibility that you have there!

Think about it. We cars, for example, don’t have any facial expressions. Our drivers are our faces. If they are happy, we are happy, if they are sad, we are sad, and if they are angry, we are angry. And the same is true for other things. Think of all those sad drawers standing in sad living rooms, all those stupid TVs flickering in stupid minds, those ugly office desks standing in ugly firms, those lonely beds in lonely bedrooms, those unhealthy T-shirts over unhealthy bellies, those poisonous nail polishes on poisonous nails, those empty wallets in empty pockets.

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Do you know that feeling when you just want to run? You want to run as fast as you can and never stop again? When you feel like you have hornets under your bum, like you’re inside a beehive, sitting on needles, with quicksilver in your blood? Those days when you are going through the evening traffic and everything is just so slow around you it almost drives you crazy. At every red light you feel like you want to take a big leap and jump over everyone, to pass them, surpass them, leave everything behind. Or maybe just stand very close to the white stop line, with barely contained energy, letting your engine roar deep and dark, and to then take off at the flash of green, leaving the sport car next to you in your wake, pale and panting.

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