Fixing the bike on a summer day. Being absorbed in doing. Yesterday forgotten. Forget tomorrow. Be successful. Being in control. Now. Thinking about the beautiful clacking of the gear shift. It’s almost time. Perfect. Perfectly adjusted. Thinking about the next ride. With the perfect clack of the gearshift. Being busy. Lifetime under control with a good outlook for the future. If only it could always be like this. Could so only be eternity. Always just adjusting the gears. Perfect. And always thinking about the next ride. And the beautiful clacking of the gearshift. And never feel the futility. Never feeling the horror. Never be afraid of what is coming. Never be afraid of the death that is coming.