Since I was in elementary school, I have listened to melodic dubstep, or similar songs.
Between the beats and between the drops I imagine looking out cockpit of a fighter aircraft. I imagine that I am one with the machine, and that I give us both a respite from pushing the afterburner. And when I’m ready, I imagine engaging it again, and feeling the strain of the metal, and the vibration throughout.
Most modern fighter-jets are equipped with afterburners. When engaged, the afterburner will dump extra fuel into the combustor if the engine, burning fuel at >3x the nominal consumption rate for immense thrust increase.
You can’t use it forever — use it too long, and you’ll overwhelm the cooling, or just run out of fuel.
I’ve never flown an aircraft, let alone a fighter jet, but the concepts are all around us. To name a few:
- Press and hold overtake in F1
- Tucking on a long board
- NOS
Ultimately, time and time again I cannot ignore the fact that this is self destructive, but what in life isn’t? When you can see God’s eyes and within them see both life and death, when you can understand, and come to peace with your own mortality. That tomorrow you can either live or die. It is freeing.
I sometimes imagine giving it everything you’ve got and burning up in the process. For the right reasons, there is perhaps nothing more beautiful.
On the other hand, check out paths of hate
It is a beautiful portrayal of the destruction of everything in pursuit of hate. Of course, it is a reminder to myself not to cross that line.
The tools we use everyday are an extension of us. We can push the bounds of recklessness, deplete our reserves, and our machines will oblige. They cannot stop us from destroying ourselves. When they have nothing left to give, we have only ourselves to give. How we dance here defines who we are.
This is probably the piece I have written and rewritten, forgotten, and tried many a time. The words to describe this elude me when I try to write, and come to me again when the air rushes by me on the longboard. I will have to come back again.