I haven't read 'Philosophy in the Flesh'  but interesting review of it in Philosophy and Literature).  I've long been fascinated also by the performative aspect of 'the embodied mind'.  How we trace a facsimile of our bodies onto our environment.  Good place to think about this is on the motorway at night - a reticualtion of organs, heart at the centre, connected by a vascular system (arterial branching, white lights flowing one way, red the other), a nervous system (communications) - and our thinking of it, a metaphor, a condensation of the millenia of cultural development that constitute it.

Still what the hell I was doing with Prem Rawat? - the more I distance myself from his zombifying teachings, the more I understand my involvement with him was an act of desperation.  Unfortunately the result was like a scene from 'Invasion of the Body-Snatchers', and after thirty years I'm left with a shell of a reality.