''What I love about skiing is that it is nothing if not improvising inside the vanishing moment. At a great speed (say, 50 m.p.h.), in rapidly changing circumstances (snow configuration and texture, trees coming at you, patches of ice, light angles shifting, etc.), you have to make a series of not only correct but also irreversible decisions: the weight shifts, the bend in the knees, the position of the upper body, the planting of the poles, the turn made on top of the mogul, or beyond the tree. You can plan one or two decisions in advance, but readiness to make an instant adjustment is always required, as everything around you is swiftly and constantly changing.
In the flow, you have no time for reflective or analytical thinking. Your body needs to work in concert with the mind absolutely, simultaneously and unconditionally — you can kiss your Cartesian split goodbye. One wrong decision is enough to make you fall, perhaps even suffer a serious injury or, at the very least, shatter a mental and sensory immersion so pleasurable as to be orgasmic, so intense that it amounts to nothing less than a sense of total presence in the world"