May I attempt to bridge the soul/emotion, Vietnam Wall/Ben's Porch divide?
In August, I was driving down a road on the West Clare peninsula in Ireland. My wife and 17-year-old daughter were in the back seat. My 15-year-old daughter was to my left, napping. We had just spent five days in London and most of a week in Ireland. And it suddenly hit me (not new knowledge, but a new formulation of it) that our days as a foursome -- the happiest days of my life -- were nearing their end. And my eyes filled with tears. They're filling again now.
That was not just emotion. That was my soul.
I don't know how to define a "golf soul" -- but I know that, for me, it's not on the same level as the soul that feels emotion as intensely and physically as I felt it that afternoon in Ireland (or even as intensely and physically as I felt it the first time I visited the Vietnam Wall, where all of the thousands of names included not one solitary soul I knew).
Which is not to say that I have not felt deeply on various days at various golf courses. I have -- and, had I not felt the even deeper soul I've felt, I might think I could feel no more deeply.
Here's what, at least for me, and perhaps for others, connects the experiences: the knowledge that, in the end, they will end.
This moment will pass. All moments will pass. That's what stirs my soul, on the golf course or anywhere else.
I think I've written myself into a corner again!