We always assume the mind knows but it doesn't. The body knows and the mind, so full of arrogance, blocks that knowledge and imposes its own theories. The work is to get back into our bodies and enjoy: both them in themselves, and their direct tap into the real world. The world of mind is the world mind prefers and so makes: a tidy and well-behaved fantasy. The trouble is that the mind we are familiar with is not the mind of the body but a foreign mind: either an external installation, or an accident of evolution: a deluded opportunity to claim independence and autonomy without actually having to suffer them. The only way to battle this foreign mind, into retreat and eventual submission, is to live the life we would live if it weren't there: the one life, the selfless life.