In the distant past, at a time when I lived almost totally in my head, I once went to a piano concert by Van Cliburn. I couldn't enjoy the music because I was reflecting too strongly about my reaction to the music and my ideas about hearing such a wonderful pianist. I knew that something was screwed up, but I didn't know what it was. If someone had told me, "Look, listen, relax, breathe, be," I wouldn't have understood. It would be ten more years before I discovered that a calm mind can be a wonderful thing.
