Look, I usually listen to books where the body count rises every chapter. Or history books thick enough to stop a 7.62 round. But after a week dealing with a corporate client in Austin who thinks a "firewall" is a literal wall of fire (I wish I was joking), my blood pressure was spiking.
My wife Linda suggested this. Said I needed to "center my chi" or whatever. I told her I'd rather center a grouping on a target at 300 meters, but she gave me that look. You know the one. So, I loaded up the Tao Te Ching for the drive home on Mopac.
Let me cut to the chase: I didn't hate it. In fact, it might've saved the guy in the Tesla who cut me off from getting a very loud, very colorful lecture on driving etiquette.
The Voice (Not That Michael Scott)
First off—no, this isn't the guy from The Office. And it's not the thriller writer either. This Michael Scott? The guy sounds like he's never been stressed a day in his life.
Usually, narrators who try to do the "soothing wisdom" voice annoy the hell out of me. It feels fake. Like a yoga instructor trying too hard. But this guy... he just reads it. Clean. Unobtrusive. He gets out of the way of the text.
I listened at my usual 1.25x speed because old habits die hard, and honestly? It worked perfectly. At 1x, he might be a little too slow for a guy like me who operates on caffeine and deadlines. But sped up just a notch, it felt like a calm, direct briefing. No fluff.
Tactical Patience
Here's the thing about Lao Tzu. I went in expecting flowery poetry about rivers and flowers. And yeah, there's some of that. But a lot of this reads like high-level strategy.
There's this concept of Wu Wei—non-action. To a civilian, that sounds like laziness. To a soldier? That's tactical patience. It's knowing when to keep your head down and let the enemy make the mistake. It's about flow rather than force.
I found myself nodding along to the parts about leadership. Leading from behind? That's NCO business 101. A good leader doesn't need to flash his rank every five seconds. The text is 2,500 years old, but it makes more sense than half the corporate leadership seminars I've been forced to sit through.
(Ranger, my German Shepherd, was in the back seat. Usually, he perks up when he hears tense voices in my thrillers. For this? He was out cold within ten minutes. Take that as a glowing endorsement for the relaxation factor.)
The Debrief
It's short. An hour and a half. Basically a quick hop in a C-130.
It is abridged, which usually bugs me—I like the full intel picture—but for philosophy? I think the shorter format works. You don't need 20 hours of this. You need small doses. It's dense. Not "hard to understand" dense, but "stop and think about it" dense.
Is it exciting? No. Nothing explodes. There's no mystery to solve. But if your brain feels like a chaotic war zone, this is a pretty decent ceasefire.
Linda was right. (Don't tell her I said that).
