It was like that at the range last night. It had been weeks since I'd been - and with a partially broken in 1911, to boot, which was making Baby Vulcan cry. Even though it was late, I stopped by the range - it's OK that "It's going to close in half an hour" if you only live ten minutes away.
Time enough for fifty rounds - 7 magazines. Not a single malfunction. Pretty good grouping, for me. It really was a moment of Zen.
If you want to be free,
Get to know your real self.
It has no form, no appearance,
No root, no basis, no abode,
But is lively and buoyant.
It responds with versatile facility,
But its function cannot be located.
Therefore when you look for it,
You become further from it;
When you seek it,
You turn away from it all the more.
Nuthin' but net.