In the end, the only events of my life worth telling are those when the imperishable world erupted into this transitory one… All other memories of travels, people and my surroundings have paled beside these interior happenings… But my encounters with the 'other' reality, my bouts with the unconscious, are indelibly engraved on my memory. In that realm there has always been wealth in abundance, and everything else has lost importance by comparison.