A motorist drives a car. Does the car drive the motorist or the motorist drive the car? The wheel seems to turn in her hands, but she turns on the wheel, too. Her brain turns off as the wheel turns turns turns without the wheels turning in her head. And I look at sad motorists, it’s so sad to see. So sad to see motorists who would rather be who would rather be sitting behind a wheel than living free. Living living free. Not me. Borne free. Free as eagle wings.