Magical arena that words cannot measure

Nothing is as cold and heartless as time. It waits for no man. Or so goes the saying.

Fact is, though, there is a place where time seemingly stands still, as if frozen — Augusta National Golf Club.

It is where yesterdays are savoured before tomorrows are anticipated. It is where homage is gladly paid before entitlement is taken. It is where accomplishments are revered more than speculation is offered. It is where a 73-year-old can captivate you, not with the golf clubs which brought him iconic stature, but with his words, his thoughts, his viewpoints.