Humans have lost their way: it’s the old cynic’s credo, and it therefore gets a bad rep. And let’s be honest, it leaves a slight taste of cliche in our mouths, doesn’t it? - that is, if we dare say it out loud. Which we would if we’re anything like my grandfather. Though, in his case, he immediately follows it with a near comprehensive critique of anything that came after the 50s. That’s not our point, exactly, and yes, grandpa’s jolly good dinner company in case you were wondering. But one thing that has arguably gotten worse since the 50s (apart from music, poetry, literature, the theatre, hairstyles…what did I miss, gramps) is our absolute fixation with thought. That is, our choice (read: compulsion) to dwell and exist exclusively in the Left Hemisphere of our brain - alongside our precious thoughts and “rational thinking” - save for the occasional, fleeting moment when we seem to remember we have bodies. The realisation centres us, grounds us, revitalises us but often it doesn’t last long enough to even register.