This is the part that told me that he groks it and is now one of us:
I add a few minutes of breathing exercises between each magazine to zen me out further. Gradually, the methodical loading of bullets becomes a calming ritual.
In fact, constantly quieting my mind and body at the range is having a spillover effect. I’m less jumpy at work, more able to will myself to focus. “Guns,” I tell my wife, “are my yoga.”
Welcome to the fold.