Someone once asked me why I never make race predictions*, despite claiming to have "nothing else to live for" and an undeniably extensive knowledge of "the stats" (garnered from far too many hours and an internet connection).
My immediate, intuitive response was that I simply have no interest.
But why, might one ask?
Every race has a winner. I will always try to wheel that winner [unsuccessfully]. It's inevitable. Identity is nothing. Results are everything.
This could possibly be summed up with some kind of metaphor for life, but then I would have to punch myself in the face, and I grow tired of having to do that.
*Serious ones.
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