Sometimes you hold onto the wheel in that claw-like, white-knuckle, death grip. It's a way of convincing yourself that you are actually driving the vehicle.
It's an illusion.
Then sometimes you let go of the wheel. You just drop your hands and let the vehicle hurtle forward on it's own. It's a way of convincing yourself that you are just a passenger inside the vehicle.
It's an illusion.
There's you, and there's the wheel. You are engaged in some kind of dance, and you don't know who's leading and who's following.
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