Although approaching my sixtieth year I am still just a boy from Ballyfermot. I will not sit and life debate, when life itself deems to create. It is only in the esoteric that I find substance, hidden deep in the larder to protect it from life’s elements and the greed of human kind. A heart not burdened by unrequited love. A mind not chained by superfluous thoughts, a soul forged in a furness of compassion.