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.

Equilibrium is the perfect balance, perfect symmetry. From any particular point of view, equilibium is the void. Points of view arise with asymmentry. The psychosomatic body is always out of balance; some parts of the whole are necessarily repressed; wherever four are gathered, someone has the upper hand. The desire that drives this asymmetrical machinery is the desire to gain the upper hand. " Winning is not everything, winning is the only thing." Vince Lombardi. Winners are healthy, wealthy, and wise; losers are dead.

Our identities arise in an asymmetry of desire, a body of desire that is out of balance, a body of dis-ease. The disease cannot be eliminated without eliminating the doctor and the patient, and it is the distinction that the two draw between themselves, that decieves the psychosomatic body into perpetuating itself. If I knew that there were no difference between the top and the bottom, would I climb the mountain?

It is all a matter of time and time is running out. The human species will die, as surely as I will die. All species will die, all solar systems. So, this psychosomatic body of experience, is not an experience of health, wealth, and wisdom, but rather an experience of health/sickness, wealth/poverty, and wisdom/foolishness. And then it ends. Is there a body in equilibrium?

The relationship between psyche and soma is rather like the relationship between the dream and the waking state. The dream work proceeds by means of condensation and amplification whereas the waking work proceeds by separating and connecting. The difference is a third dimension. What my dreamscape lacks is a space of time. Psyche is not real; it as soma that psyche is realized.

That third dimension, that "value- added", introduces depth perception, a vertical relationship. The "Fall", as it turns out, is simultaneously the "Assent". The analytic is a raising of the dead. The dreamscape is superficial, two-dimensional; it covers the soma like a shroud. The shroud cannot be removed from the body anymore than the surface can be removed from the sphere. The shroud cannot be left hanging on a hook while the analyst does his thing. To ignore psyche is to distort the body of experience.