Most stability amounts to a freezing out of change : the troll petrified by the cold light of day. This is what the mind learns to do – set things in stone so that it can analyse and dissect at will. A monstrous violence to all that lives – to life itself. Ethnic cleansing, moment by moment : the ego denying all that fails to conform to its own image. And all because, in our intelligence, we have managed to create a world devoid of immediate feedback – bereft of spirit. One in which karma is so delayed that we can pretend it wasn't our fault. The slowly growing tumour of congealed repressions – pregnant with meaning and significance – blasted or excised so that our paltry existence can continue as usual.