Actually, there’s not much of a line. Well, really, there’s not even much love. . .Really. Mostly, hate. Just hate.
Although, in truth, that should probably be the ringtone for whichever RBR mechanic put Seb’s KERS into Mark’s car. Whhhhooooopppsies!
Well, this’ll be his ringtone until the red lights go out. Then, the phone is set to switch to the little heard Men at Work B-Side: “FUCK THIS FUCKING CLUTCH! (GODDAMMIT!!!!!)
It would make me really happy if Fernando based his whole driving aesthetic on some mad RZA beats and a Cliff’s Notes version of Samurai Theory.
There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the moment. A man’s whole life is a succession of moment after moment. If one fully understands the present moment, there is nothing left to do, and nothing else to pursue.
When one has made a decision to kill (pass! I mean pass) a person, even if it will be very difficult to succeed by advancing straight ahead, it will not do to think about doing it in a long, roundabout way. One’s heart may slacken, he may miss his chance, and by and large there will be no success. The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong.
There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.
Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase “Form is emptiness.” That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase “Emptiness is form.” One should not think that these are two separate things.
Catch the fever. HULKENBERG FEVER!!!!!!!
Guys, it’s really hard being Lewis Hamilton. Really hard. The whole world is against him. Have some sympathy. Guys?