I'm back in Atlanta for this weeks race. I'm in an upper room in the Renaissance hotel on the north side of the runway. It's a nice view from the balcony (if you like airplanes).
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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