We have no issue, body has no problem, but the identity has a problem. You are identified with something we have not cultured.

When you bump your knee against a table, the table's fine. It's busy being what it was made to be - a table. The pain is in your knee, not in the table. The mystics keep trying to tell us that reality is all right. Reality is not problematic. Problems exist only in the human mind.

Life is a mystery, which means your thinking mind cannot make sense out of it. For that you're got you wake up and you suddenly realise that reality is not problematic - you are the problem.

The picnic gets rained out. Where do you think the upset is? In the rain or in you? In the rain or in your reaction to the rain?

Because we so quickly blame our problems on forces "out there," we need to see how often conspire in our own deformation: for every external power bent on twisting us out of shape, there is a potential collaborator within us. When our impulse to tell the truth is thwarted by threats of punishment, it is because we value security over being truthful. When our impulse to side with weak is thwarted by threats of lost social standing, it is because we value popularity over being a pariah.