The Internal is like the genie trapped inside the proverbial lamp (the External being of course the lamp): generally manifest as an almost imperceptibly gentle glow (the light of the lamp) but, when touched properly, exploding forth to dominate and overpower the moment. Every thing and every moment has an Internal – a special and unpredictable potency – trapped and trammeled by external forces. The smile breaking out on the baby's face when I look into her eyes. A true master is one who reaches into things and moments, and releases the Internal. As my teacher used to say: Tai Chi masters are two a penny, but true Masters – Masters of the Tao – are one in a million.