Her parents can buy her anything she wants. Why would she want some dumb thing I drew on the back of an envelope?’ Sam asked. ‘I Suppose,’ Dong Hyun said, ‘because her parents can buy her anything she wants.’

There was something more: around this sentient protoplasmic layer, an ultimate envelope was beginning to become apparent to me, taking on its own individuality and gradually detaching itself like a luminous aura. This envelope was not only conscious but thinking, and from the time when I first became aware of it, it was always there that I found concentrated, in an ever more dazzling and consistent form, the essence or rather the very Soul of the Earth.

I like to push the envelope, not just on the court but off the court, in everything I do.