You've got to be able to peel off your skin and let the humanity wash in when you've built up a lifetime's worth of callouses. You've got to be able to pull back from your ferocious kick starts and let the smooth and slow ride absorb you. You've got to be able to absolve yourself from the damages of years past, otherwise whatever good it is that has found its way to your door will go unrecognized. It will go unknown. And even though you will be surrounded by a plethora of people who actually get you... you will feel incredibly alone.