As the Taoists say, Life starts at 50 : the age at which I finally become fully aware that centre is within my body and not embedded mysteriously in ideology, teaching, tribe, romance or energy, and that happiness is simply being in, and therefore operating from, my centre. Then, and only then, every action drives me deeper into my centre, and the possibility of being drawn from that centre – of unhappiness – becomes ever more remote. Happiness in this sense is not a feeling of comfort or pleasure or contentment but a feeling – a knowledge – a realisation – of full capability.