Without the aid of a capo...

A friend of mine sent me a link to this video of an amazing piece of guitar playing.
How is it that those who are incredibly good at something, like playing a musical instrument, or a sport, or a conjuring trick, never seem rushed? It's like they are operating in a different time zone from the rest of us.
Just watch Roger Federer on a tennis court, gliding around in a seemingly effortless way, with all the time in the world to play his shots.
When I watched Manchester United demolish Roma the other week, there was one move when it seemed as if the Roma players were rooted to the spot as the United players simply passed the ball around them in a series of quick-fire, one-touch passes (no need to get the ball under control first - they had all the time in the world.)
The nearer you get to perfection in some activity the more time seems to stretch out.
Maybe if you were to perfect the art of living you would step beyond time itself and into eternity?

[before anyone jumps in to correct my theology, I do not mean this seriously]