The man who just lives his life never experiences himself, never really lives; like a fire that lives through the entire body in its total expanse, by dint of consuming that body, man does not live through his entire self at each moment his body, in absolute space of the body; he is sometimes knee and sometimes foot, sometimes occiput and sometimes ear, sometimes lungs and sometimes liver, sometimes membrane and sometimes uterus, sometimes anus and sometimes nose, sometimes sex and sometimes heart, sometimes saliva and sometimes urine, sometimes aliment and sometimes sperm, sometimes excrement and sometimes idea; what I mean is that the ego or the self is not cantered on a unique perception, and that the ego is not unique because it is dispersed throughout the body instead of the body being gathered around itself in an absolute sensational equality, and composing a perception of the absolute. For man is not only dispersed in his body, he is also dispersed in the outside of things, like a corpse who forgot his body and because his body forgot itself; and the man who does not live through all of himself at each instant commits the error of believing himself to be this self, mind, idea, conception, notion, which floats upon a point of the body, instead of being at every instant his entire body. Antonin Artaud