Why do we so joyfully take the risks?

What is here with the horses that makes us so willing to put up with the odds of getting hurt? What idiot does this?

If you take up skiing, at least the mountain doesn't brace his shoulder behind your back to shove you off, flying into the clear blue sky, arms and legs spread, spinning wildly.

If you race cars, the cars don't go, "What do you mean stop?" and begin to accelerate faster and faster, racing wildly down the road completely beyond our control with us panic-stricken aboard.

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