The head offers a critical vantage from which to observe the world and then commentate upon it: ceaseless chatter, endless anxiety, and so depression. The dantien, on the other hand, is a quiet place from which I can simply be. The only thing that keeps me in the head is an arrogant and neurotic desire to be something other than I am. The work, on a psychological level, is about rooting out this desire for inauthenticity, because, as we know only too well, when I try to be something more I end up becoming something far less.