...he swoops over as much as twenty-eight feet of earth in a single stride, and corners on a dime. His body is a paradox of mass and lightness, crafted to slip through air with the ease of an arrow. His mind is impressed with a single command: run. He pursues speed with superlative courage, pushing beyond defeat, beyond exhaustion, sometimes beyond the structural limits of bone and sinew. In flight, he is nature's ultimate wedding of form and purpose.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Beautiful Words: Seabiscuit
Loved this passage regarding thoroughbred horses from Laura Hillenbrand's Seabiscuit today:
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