The body that is truly thought about (desired, loved) is not just dazzling surfaces, but also mysterious depths. The body is very deep: just like the sea. Like the sea the body too has its contours, its inlets and its quiet coves, its long, mysterious fjords, and sudden vastness. The horizon of the body stretches out ever further; the farther we go into it the more the horizon advances and dilates in moving boundaries, sometimes reassuring in their apparent completeness, at others causing anxiety by their constant motion. Just as the breeze grazes the sea, hands graze the body in a contact which, even when striving to be present and concrete, in reality delves in the "liquidness" of the body which always lies beyond, because like water, it too literally slips through your fingers.