When I was young lag, before I hit a golf shot off the tee I visualized the meanest slice in hopes that when I would hit it for real I would be “given a second chance/mulligan” and in terms of probability just like flipping a coin more likely of not hitting that slice into the adjacent fairway. Needless to say I was not a very good golfer.
This transitions into a true story.
A Railway employee in Russia accidentally locks himself in a refrigerator car. He was unable to escape and couldn’t attract the attention of those outside so he reside himself to his fate. As he felt his body becoming numb he recorded the story of his approaching his dead on sentences scribbled on the wall of the car.
“I’m becoming colder” he wrote
“Still colder now”
“Nothing to do but wait”
“I’m slowly freezing to dead”
“Half a sleep now I can hardly write”
And finally… “these maybe my last words”
And they were… For when the car was opened they found him dead yet the temperature of the car was only 56 degrees. The freezing apparatus had been out of order. There was no physical reason for his death. There was plenty of air, he hadn’t suffocated. He was the victim of his own illusion. His conclusions were all wrong. He was so sure he knew. The power of the mind of over the body can produce an effect almost magical.
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