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I have suggested on more than a few occasions that the boundaries of the self, which we take as a given today – boundaries that serve to delimit me as independent of the world I inhabit – were not always so stable or so inflexibly fixed (and perhaps for some, they are still not). It seems that such boundaries were more fluid, even malleable, for our pre-civilized ancestors. In recognition of this fluidity or openness, I have often used the phrase: “my flesh, the flesh of the world.” By this, I refer to that permeability, which to-us now appears as a rigid and impervious self/world barrier.
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