Whenever I find myself surrounded by television cameras, microphones with so many baffling acronyms, and journalists brandishing pens and notepads, like at a press conference yesterday in Bataji, a hamlet I can plainly see from my house, I find refuge in The Bhagavad Gita. That is, in Krishna’s calming words to Arjuna just ahead of the fateful battle. As I talk about the perils of golf and polo in Motovun, about the travesty of land machinations hiding behind these posh sports, and about the pitched battles for sustainable development still ahead, I can hear the loving whisper in my mind’s ear: “When work is done as sacred work, unselfishly, with a peaceful mind, without lust or hate, with no desire for reward, then the work is pure” (18:23). And I can feel the Love God’s warm breath on my cheek. Nonetheless, today I went for my copy of this marvelous book and searched for all the passages about pure work, like the one above. They were all heavily marked after innumerable readings.