The average person dwells slightly behind their place of full power. This opens up a space of thought – a closet within which the mind can happily rabbit away to itself. If I am in my place of full power then I do not think to myself: I create, I love God, I issue forth imaginative possibilities that require a simple step forward to realise. Our culture has made a virtue of this dislocation – rewarding passive thinkers and dissuading passionate action. Even our schools are full of beautiful children medicated, with screens as well as Ritalin, into conformity.