The only hope we have of shifting from thought to reality is to engage our body. First its physicality, its actuality, its particulars, but then its energy, its flows, ripples, undulations, its deep erotic nature. The work becomes an all-consuming eroticization, normally only experienced when making slow love or high/low on drugs. The difficulty is maintaining such a state without desiring consummation, without it becoming sexual. This our sobriety, our gravitas, our anchor.