I don't know if it's because I'm normally a computer junkie, but I feel the most alive when I'm doing something physical- riding a bike at night, for example.

But the one time when I felt absolutely the most alive was after a long, hot, Arizona day climbing up Montezuma's Pass in the Huachuca Mountains with a bunch of friends. After 10 hours of hiking, the sun finally slipped behind the mountains, we were at a peak, and the cool wind finally kicked in. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the sky turned dark and the city below us lit up. The cool wind blew hard across the sweat that had long since soaked my shirt, chilling me from hot and sweaty to what seemed suddenly like freezing. It was a completely clear night, and you could see all the way to Mexico. Someone had brought up something alcoholic in a canteen, we all had a swig, and watched the stars come out. For that one, brief, shining moment the previous day's hot labor was all worth it. I felt like Superman, I felt like Buddha, I felt like God. I have never felt more alive.