Queshun.

Why does a daredevil do what he does?

Roshun:

A daredevil, and here I assume you are referring to the guy who leaps with his motorcycle, over 100s of cars or trucks lined transversely, across many 100s of metres, without touching, or being able to think, anything between the launch from the upward ramp and the designed, and on most occasions successfully achieved, landing, within a few hundredths of a minute, at the downward ramp, without losing balance and then celebrates, ecstatically, still being alive, inspite of, finally doing, after dismissing each of the numerous times, the thought of backing out that bore into his, worried, not for lack of confidence or planning, but for the inexplicable will of the Gods, not of the mythological type, but of physical phenomena, that may be related to his experiment, and have some power to affect its outcome, mind, along with perfectly sensible arguments, which are bound to convince any man, willing to be reasonable, and not look like excuses, the most, except, perhaps, for his own first jump, foolish thing, more only by a slight degree than his own last jump, for the sole reason of being even less probable, to do, by delirious end-to-end front wheelies, thereby challenging his own gumption, and not competing with other men, by way of simultaneous presence in the secure expanse, most suitably prepared for the particular sport, and following a carefully laid out, and mutually agreed set of rules, nor by attempting to beat each other’s effort, by sequential attempts in identical or preferably the same circumstance, and emerging victorious, doesn’t do what he does for the look on the faces of the gaping audience, which may include, an obese man drinking beer from the tubes coming out of the two cans on his hat, and a tall blond having a mini-skirt, a cane hat and disproportionately large pair of sunglasses on, having finished a candy-bar, licking its remains off her poor ring finger, having a skull ring on its skinny self, and a bald short man with glasses who is thinking “Someday, I wanna do itt with a tall blond, with a sandwich in one hand, while I’m doing that!”, and a just-into-his-teens teenager who manages to distract others by saying a lot of things like “WaaaaaaaoooowwwW!!!” and “He’s so cuhooool!” and “I wanna be just like him when I grow up, mmm… I mean now!” during the short duration of the flight, and a just-out-of-his-teens guy msging “This would’ve been so much better if you were here with me!” to his girlfriend while think “ This could’ve been much more fun if only I had some money left for beer”, and just out of his impatience somebody’s grandfather croaks “When will these kids stop throwing popcorn, and the ballet-dancers start performing?”, and blinking frantically another wonders out loud “Itna sannaata kyon hai bhai?”, and a brawny biker shouting “Faakh mei!! He deed eet!”, and another proclaiming “Been there, don’t that.” before lighting up his own hair and trying to take a puff and startint to sing “I got a strong urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to…..”, as they, dumbfounded, behold him, and then, unless it ends in the undesirable, cheer him jubilantly, because he understands the fact that they all have their own petty lives, which can get quite consuming, and hence, they won’t, by choice, positively or negatively, affect his life just because he was successful in, though not with the sole aim of, but nevertheless, thoroughly entertaining them, and he, sure as hell, doesn’t do it for the seemingly enormous, but actually spent, all but little, on organizing the very event responsible for its gathering, money because of the realization of the fact that, howmanyever zeroes the total collection he attracted may contain, they will not engulf him, if anything begins to veer away from the precise, and numerously revised, by one and many dependable well-wishers, calculations, to cushion him, is essentially inconsequential, if he doesn’t, without any considerable and obstinate deformities, survive to expend it and hence is not a worthy trade-off, but does it simply for himself.