There is a man who takes his dog for a walk. But the man has an ever-extendable lead for the dog. So in effect the dog takes himself for a walk. He walks around and about on the end of that lead while the man sits in his front garden watching the cars go by, which they never quite do. For the lead acts like an elastic catapult stretching taught across the road so that the cars who if they are to keep on track can not dodge the issue, are rebound into far off and distant orbits and so their destiny is settled for them.
Meanwhile the dog walks around, stops for a pee, sniffs a bit, looks up the road, looks down the road. Then returns to his master wagging furiously. They are the best of friends and the connexion remains between them even when separated by these lengthy excursions.
They believe themselves to be well on the way and in the lead in the race of life, whatever that may entail.
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