I was hit by a car not long ago. My entire body grew hot as I bled profusely. The accident made me realize that I had been living shut up in my room and ignoring my body. As I soaked in my own blood, I experienced an acute joy that I had never felt before in recalling that, along with the pain and fever, my body existed.
And so I began to look at other people's bodies as if looking at my own. It was like remembering a language that I no longer spoke. I found a small loophole in my tough body, which had previously seemed to be a distinction between me and others.