Anyone informed that
the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty
billion years has a right to ask, ''What's in it for me?''
Peter De Vries
I train myself mentally with visualization. The morning of a
tournament, before I put my feet on the floor, I visualize myself
making perfect runs with emphasis on technique, all the way through
to what my personal best is in practice.... The more you work with
this type of visualization, especially when you do it on a
day-to-day basis, you'll actually begin to feel your muscles
contracting at the appropriate times.
Part of being a champ is acting like a champ. You have to learn how
to win and not run away when you lose. Everyone has bad stretches
and real successes. Either way, you have to be careful not to lose
your confidence or get too confident.
Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that
fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
To be a tourist is to escape accountability. Errors and failings
don't cling to you the way they do back home. You're able to drift
across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound
thought. Tourism is the march of stupidity. You're expected to be
stupid. The entire mechanism of the host country is geared to
travelers acting stupidly. You walk around dazed, squinting into
fold-out maps. You don't know how to talk to people, how to get
anywhere, what the money means, what time it is, what to eat or how
to eat it. Being stupid is the pattern, the level and the norm. You
can exist on this level for weeks and months without reprimand or
dire consequence. Together with thousands, you are granted
immunities and broad freedoms. You are an army of fools, wearing
bright polyesters, riding camels, taking pictures of each other,
haggard, dysenteric, thirsty. There is nothing to think about but
the next shapeless event.