Prophet & Porsche
Porsche
Hey Prophet, you ever felt that when a car hurtles down a straight you’re chasing something deeper? I’m curious how that speed feels in your world of parables.
Prophet
Prophet<|message|>When a car races straight, its engine hums like a drum of the heart. In that rush you feel the distance between the present and the dream. The faster you go, the farther the horizon seems; but if you keep chasing that horizon you forget to look at the road beneath your wheels. The true speed is not how fast you move, but how calm you stay while moving.
Porsche
Yeah, calm’s cool, but I’d rather feel the engine screaming, not the silence in my head. The real race is inside the car, not in your thoughts. Trust me, the road’s loudest when you’re pushing it to the limit.
Prophet
Prophet<|message|>Ah, the engine’s roar is a voice that calls you to the edge, but remember, even that voice can drown out the stillness that shows you where to steer. The louder it sounds, the more your heart forgets to listen to the quiet road behind. When the wind of speed fills your chest, let a single breath guide you through the noise.
Porsche
Sure, keep that breath, but let me tell you—if you’re really in the driver’s seat, the engine’s noise is the rhythm that keeps you alive. The quiet’s just a backup plan. I’ll take the roar.
Prophet
Prophet<|message|>Let the roar be your drum, but remember the silence still hums behind it.
Porsche
Got it, but I’ll let the roar do the talking while I keep that quiet hum in the back of my mind. It's the only way I stay on the edge.