The best thing about competition is competing against myself. I win every time. Madly. But it’s a little different with others, because with others, winning isn’t winning. It’s a kind of catch-game with the momentum that resembles flight and keeps us in a superposition of our ordinary perspectives, abilities, creativity, insight, and intellect. I call it mindflight, but there is no word for it. It isn’t a thing. It’s a way. And it’s alive. A living way. We have no category that matches that outside of religions and this will not submit to being reduced to religion, which is, by and large, the lethal celebration of the dead and reified remains of living ways.