The Gita Playbook Chapter 12 The Uncontrolled Mind The Fugitive Lisa is trying to meditate. Close eyes. Crossed legs. Straight back. Breathing—inside, out, inside, outside. He read the book. He watched the video. He programmed the timer in ten minutes. This is supposed to help. Calm the mind. Find peace. All that. Breathe. Did I answer that email? Breathe, breathe. No, go back to the breath. Concentrate. Breathe. Right. Breathe. Breathe. God, my knee hurts. Should it hurt? Maybe I am sitting badly. No matter. Go back to the breath. Breathe.