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Cautiously I unwound the repulsive door wrapping and saw his feet. They astonished me. I have always regarded feet as the most intimate and personal part of our bodies, and not the genitals, not the heart, or even brain, organs of no great significance that are too highly valued. It is in the feet that all knowledge of mankind lies hidden; the body sends them a weighty sense of who we really are and how we’re relate to the earth. It’s the touch of the earth, et this point of contact with the body that the whole mystery is located - the fact that we’re built of elements of matter, while also being alien to it, separated from it. The feet - those are our plugs into the socket. So true olga Tokarczuk, “drive your plow over the bones of the dead” (this won a literature noble prize.