Being alive is actually a subposition of our being that thinks it’s the superposition… and so is terrified … of the shadow of this supposition.

If your pinky is your body, your [redacted] is your hand. Your [redacted+] is ‘as a wrist’ and your [redacted*] lies in a dimension beyond all this, analogous to your body.

To say nothing of your actual family-of-origin… and the communities that surround them…