There is a finer energy that may to some extent live in a man, but it is typically drained away during the day by the usual oddities of our lifestyles. It does not often have a chance to generate what otherwise would be called inspiration. A man can learn to taste this energy in quite an exact way, and its pungent flavour felt within him according to the depth of its saturation. A right moral disposition to the outside world will, to the rare fellow, be simply the most sensible strategy available to not only maintain this saturation, but to incessantly generate more of this energy and somehow begin to manifest ‘good works’ into the world by way of the light it continually bears.