The question a person never asks is the reason their course never bends, no matter how fast they run it.
Anyone who stops examining himself runs on momentum, and from the inside momentum feels exactly like direction. A man reads his own speed as proof he is going somewhere, the proof holds his confidence, and confidence drives the next mile.
God is listening for one sentence, the one that puts a man on the hook for his own outcomes, since nothing softer interrupts a gallop. A mind never sent looking for its own part will faithfully report there is none. Years of that, and a man arrives somewhere he never chose, asking who did this to him.