Imagine you’re in a room surrounded by a long hall of pillars, a still body of water at the end and a long clear walkway leading the way there from where you’re standing. You’re on your tiptoes doing your best not to breathe as the sensei’s burning stare judges your every move. There’s music floating into the room as the sansei calmly recites some ancient proverb that you don’t understand. You don’t know where the music is coming from, but it puts you in a sort of trance. You are at peace. Kung fu is easy. Life is easy. Everything is liquid smooth, and then suddenly it all goes black. What.