The rollercoaster moves up and down. I am not the vehicle, but the rider within it.
Feet tap the pavement in hypnotic rhythm, legs pounding the heart demanding more more more. I am not those legs or that heart. I ride in telepathic communication with this animal, feed it, bathe it, lay it down to rest.
The internal computer calculates risk, strategy, weighs pros and cons. It races through analysis working what it knows into speculations of the future. I ask it questions and watch the output.
I am not these feelings. I am not this body. I am not this mind.
This vehicle takes me where I steer it. I am the sum that decides which parts to make whole.