There will always be something, someplace for the restless spirit that wants to escape the herd, to be unique, to separate from the multitudes who can enjoy adventure and competition for their own sake without worrying about being immortal. These are people who want only a few borrowed hours when their spirits can race with the wind and reach for the sun. But for Fossett, matching nerve, wit, and muscle against the raw and capricious force of nature never ends. Guts and glory. It's partly the risk, which nurtures adventure and sometimes destroys it.