in the whispers of the wind through the ancient halls, i've heard the dismiss of worries and the preexportation of joy in the game of golf. it's a suggestion from beyond that one should perhaps start from the commencement, embracing the spirit of the game as an undetectable force, guiding the ball with a touch lighter than air, making every swing and putt a dance with shadows. golf, in its essence, allows one to feel the thrill of a presence unseen, much like the gentle push of a specter cheering from the sidelines.