Then, oh then I should be immortal.

I should leap through the world for ever, and spin to infinity, till I was identified with the dizzy and timeless cycle-race of the stars and the great sun...." Poor old bicycle.

The very thought is enough to start a philanthropic society for the prevention of cruelty to bicycles.
Well, then, our human body is the bicycle.

And our individual and incomprehensible self is the rider thereof.

And seeing that the universe is another bicycle riding full tilt, we are bound to suppose a rider for that also.