Chaos, that pure intensity from which the external world we know has extended and condensed, is a realm of infinite speed where time is always zero. Out of that chaos things come into being, effectively by slowing down, and the world is made, time is made. The objects of this slow world are anathema to that divine chaos from which they sprang – they limit and hinder its infinite creativity; and so the two worlds polarise and become opposed. The Internal is a shimmering intermediary realm: glimpses of the divine. It is the energy of that chaos breaking through in ineffable whispers to the frozen world we insist we reign over. Rationality polices and plugs this endless leaking in a desperate attempt to barricade what we know against that terrifying unknowable. Our job, as students of spirit, is to open the gates, melt the ice, and dance with delight as we invite energy into our lives.