Just beyond your own body you can feel the presence of another body, amorphous but massive as it surrounds you. A body made up of trees and sidewalks and idea, of oceans and the sound of your neighbor's voice, of the taste of strawberries and the memory of the first strawberries you ate, of what your grandmother said to you when you were six years old and what you read in the newspapers this morning. This body presses into you, becomes you.
— Susan Griffin, What Her Body Thought