cannot be buried, even beneath a mountain of guano. His
core is bulletproof. Nothing can touch it unless he lets it.
I saw a fat happy old guy once in his Cadillac on the
freeway. He had the A/C going, Pointer Sisters on the CD,
puffing on a stogie. His license plate:
The professional keeps his eye on the doughnut and not on
the hole. He reminds himself it's better to be in the arena,
getting stomped by the bull, than to be up in the stands or out
in the parking lot.
THE WAR OF ART