Automotofetal

I've been curled up, not like a closed-eyed fetus that directs its attention inwards and sucks in the world through limited links, but like a wagon wheel that spins dizzily and faces the bumps and diversities of the road. Somwhere in between stands the mechanism of sanity. I guess that is why we sit curled in our automobiles; we have shock absorption, we have control as well as a protected rounding of our body , we have safe mobility and we can see where we are going. Who knew that Henry Ford had designed the perfect cyborg environment?!