Behold! for the vision of it did come through me: There is no starting line, there is no finish line, only the burst of speed, TOP SPEED, only the jingle-jangle of chains shaken away, only the crack-pop of pavement under heat, footfalls that never touch the ground, the boundless horizon. The multiplicity of faces and forms, all advancing in endless succession toward unknowable purpose, strong and set in their ends. Faster, faster still, only fine dust and down feathers in their perpetual wake.