I am thinking of the dancing body’s magnificent and ostentatious scorn. This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking. We say with motion in space, 'This is what life’s done so far down here, this is all and what and everything it’s managed: this body, these bodies, that body. So what do you think, heaven, what do you fucking think?'--from Dance in America by Lorrie Moores.
We must always live our lives opaquely, acting with bodies, desires and thoughts that we find ourselves possessing and being possessed by.-- from The Hand by Raymond Tallis.