Gravity is Earth's gentle but persistent reminder that my body belongs to her, and will be reclaimed by her on my impending demise. Relaxing the legs sufficient to be aware of this requires the mind to also relax by facing death. I effectively desentimentalize by shrinking mind into dantien. Then time delinearizes, twisting and turning on itself, writhing, with the intensity of my yielding. Being, essence, is then both central equilibrium and the yielding mind required to maintain that equilibrium.