COTD: Evening Meditation Edition

Humans are an intelligent, contemplative, reflective species. There is sound psychology behind the call of many religions to set time aside to be still and consider one's place in recent things, where one is going, and what one is really doing.

So it is with Formula 1. As the testing season ramps up and we come to grips with another new and rather odd-looking set of cars, maybe we should realize that step noses and diffusers aren't the point. Yes, they matter as far as outcomes and sponsorships and records, go, but is that what really matters?

Is that what racing is? Think about it. Why do you care? What does this do? Why the love of the sound and the fury? Is it about numbers, or is it about the soul?

So breathe deeply and consider the insight of robertfoster, who sees in the gorgeous quicksilver-livereied McLaren MP-27 a reflection of what it means to race:

"Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will my engine blow up? Because of this, the young man or woman racing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make elegant design because only that is worth driving for, worth the regulations and aerodynamic deficiencies."

-Ernest Hemingway, probably.

Holla.

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