I've watched that particular Senna lap maybe 100 times; I still have the original VHS tape that captured the on-air coverage that day. He goes so far beyond the car's capability, time and time again, and still manages to convert it all into forward motion. One-handing great gobs of opposite lock in the hairpin while ripping off a shift. Getting caught up behind a dawdling competitor and jinking not once, but twice to clear him, and *still* taking pole by a second and a half. It was masterful, ridiculous, insane, mind-bending, and incredibly violent, and like him or not (and I didn't) you had to admit that at that moment, he was the best.
Every sentence here is a work of art, particularly "He was a devout believer in both God and situational ethics, and many of his choices at the wheel evinced a degree of moral flexibility that can present poorly in hindsight."