An image lacks that critical third dimension. An image is unreal, ungraspable by depth perception. My perceived world is soaked in images that cannot be located on my conceptual map. Where in the world is myself? I cannot locate myself in the body as organism; I cannot locate myself in conceptual abstraction. Mybody is simultaneously imagined and conceived.

Mybody is a body of experience, an experience that is inclusive of perceptions and fantasies. A system that does not recognize the images of fantasy, is from the point of view of human experience, foolish. We are fooling ourselves if we think technique can heal the disease; our disease is fantastic.

A fantastic patient requires a fantastic doctor; conceptual knowledge is not enough. The therapist must understand the workings of human fantasy. Why does soma suffer the pleasures and pains of psyche? Perhaps mybody is, from conception, psychosomatic. It is the fantastic reality that mybody and myself are inseparable. Therapy is tricky business indeed.