It's only 9:45am, but the rain is here and the 'word' is that they'll call the race off at noon after all the fans get here and buy some beer and trinkets. We'll be staying over until tomorrow and try to get the race in on monday
The Master in the Art of Living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his reaction, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him - he's always doing both.
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