.. what is of moment is not movement per se but the fleshy reality of being entwined in being. If movement at times enthralls, it is the touch of flesh on flesh which carries enthralldom. Its dynamics are felt on the common ground of a shared tactility. Thus, my movements are not experienced as kinetic figures but as tactile patterns upon the other. Similarly, the other's movements ride a tactile strand of flesh coiled on flesh, that is, they arouse me not because of their kinetic quality per se, but because their intensities and rhythms are tactilely revealed to me.