The internal and external horizon of my skin, interpenetrating with yours wears away at the edge, their limits, their solidity. Creating another space outside their framework. An opening of openness. And encounter of countries and of clearings laying out an other, others which create air, light, time. There is always more place, more places, unless they are immediately appropriated. The land can not be laid waste if spaciality is produced by our bodies.
-Elemental Passions, Luce Irigaray, p. 59.