About the one thing you can't teach is the wound – the broken heart – without which the work never really ventures into the Internal. And bear in mind that most with a wound spend their life trying to patch it up in order to carry on as others. It is rare to find a student who naturally intuits that the wound is the way, that, for them at least, real life begins when the scab is peeled away and the wound is allowed to bleed or weep into their life. The struggle then for the teacher is to prevent such a student slipping into morbid narcissism.