The paradox of this work is that only by bringing all my energies to bear upon the present moment do I enter the internal – that elusive realm never to be present in the normal sense of the word. The internal is a promise of home, intimations from a pure past or future that will never have the vulgarity to be present. It represents the next level, which I enter fully only when I have learnt to love and live life so intensely that such love, again paradoxically, liberates me from the shackles of life.