Feel, but feel the body: the heart beating, the blood surging, the nerves tingling, the lungs and diaphragm breathing, the cranium pumping, the fascia slipping, the hard earth beneath your feet, the cool damp breeze against your face, sounds resonating eardrum and body along with every other object in the vicinity. Where, amongst this effusion of feeling, is there room for the morbid self-attention of mood or thought, let alone opinion?