My mind is a steam engine, not a sports car.
It is reasonably impressive merely to behold it at rest, immobile and ornamental, but that cannot be very interesting to very many people for very long.
My mind is surprisingly slow at getting up to track speed. This requires tremendous waste of time and energy compared to the more advanced technologies that have come around more recently. Most people who behold this spectacle are back at the station. They see something very powerful that moves too slowly. But eventually we will get up to track speed, out here in the vast and sparsely populated rolling hills.
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