Acceleration as a ploughshare

I walk with intent through thick throngs. Some say I walk fast. I plow through pedestrians politely. As I move forward I leave a wide wake.

Ask Penn Station. They'll tell you.

It’s not that I’m ever much in a hurry. I just like the exhilaration of acceleration.

Lord knows I don’t need speed. There’s way too much of it in my brain naturally.

Maybe that’s why I don’t have an ability for super advanced math.
My salvation is that a surfer from Hawaii just published a beautiful, simple theory of everything. Google it.

As I move forward, I pace with a determined intent.

Time stands still.
Fractals of instance.

The million tiny waves within milliseconds.

Do the math.