A few years ago I started riding my bicycle to work a few days a week, and then I started riding it around town for errands. Sure it takes a five extra minutes to travel the five miles across town to work, but it feels more like a journey than a commute. The experience began to open my eyes to all the useless stuff in my life and how I was letting it define me. So I began to get rid of stuff. Chemical addictions are just the next thing to go. So I guess I am trying to recycle my mind, body, and spirit in an effort to regain some of the things I have squandered. I did not capitalize it because it is a process and not a destination. At least for right now, I feel more comfortable being a verb instead of a noun. I don’t remember where I got the image of Lao Tzu on a bike, but it seemed to fit the theme.