Walter Benjamin's Angelus Novus famously looked back toward the history it wanted to protect, and away from the future whose inexorable march forward threatened to destroy it. Of course, we cannot see the future any more than the angel could - but Ayrton Senna could. He was transfixed by it; his gaze does not wander from it. He beholds it with the reverent, contemplative awe of one who knows all too well this force is beyond his power to reconcile himself with.
What was it you saw, Ayrton? What message did you hope to stop the tempest with?