Pushing limits: Weapons of necessity

Unsolicited confessions

In the past few months, I've had two recurring thoughts which can probably be attributed to the fact that I've been wheelchair-bound my whole life and also because I'm a little strange:

• Wouldn't it be cool if life were a video game and instead of simply watching the world go by, I could pass on whatever constitutes my life-force to someone else, who might then be able to do something useful with it?
• Failing that, the idea of existing as a wave of energy without corporeal substance (therefore unbound by the limitations of the physical world) seems like fun.

If technology continues to advance like it has in the last 50 years, this stuff might be possible one day, who knows?

Pushing limits: Some striking and a plank

On the Road (poem)

Every so often, I hear the familiar metallic whine of a passing car and wonder where it might be going...

Casting my mind outward, I ponder who the driver might be and whether they are returning to loved ones from some long and arduous trek, heading off on a newly unfolding adventure or just picking up some frozen peas.

Do they prefer the radiant sun as a travelling companion, or find contentment beneath the moon's pale gaze?

Whatever their destination, the sounds of a rumbling engine and rubber on tar evoke one thought within me above all;

Freedom. 

Pushing limits: The one constant

Pushing limits: Testing a new torture technique

There's always another way to improve.

Pushing limits: Monkeying around

A new piece of equipment has broadened my fitness horizons.