“To take a step was for me no longer to take a step; but to feel where I was carrying my head. Can you understand this? Limbs which obey one after the other, and which one moves forward one after the other; and the vertical position above the earth which must be maintained—for the head, overflowing with waves, the head which can no longer control its whirling, the head feels all the whirling energies of the earth below, which bewilder it and keep it from remaining erect. Twenty-eight days of this heavy captivity, this ill-assembled heap of organs which I was and which I had the impression of witnessing like a vast landscape of ice on the point of breaking up.”

Antonin Artaud, "The Peyote Dance" (1936)

“Our sense of the concreteness of the life situation, of the solidity of the waking world of the five senses and their objects, is a complete error. Nothing that we think we are, do, feel or have has any essence, substance, stability or solidity. All the somethings in and around us with which we preoccupy ourselves from morning to night are potentially nothing to us. If we died, they would dissolve in our tightest grasp, forgotten if they were in our mind, lost if they were in our hand, faded into blank numbness if they were our mind and body. Surprisingly, once we become accustomed to the omnipresent possibility in death in life, we feel greatly liberated. We realize we are essentially free at all times in all situations. We realize that all compulsion is only based on the illusion of substantial combination, enduring substance, blinding essence. We become completely immersed in the medium of freedom. Our participation in relationalities is, in reality, totally voluntary. This sense of the immediacy of freedom is exhilarating.”

Robert Thurman, Introduction to the Tibetan Book of the Dead

"At one in the same time, I become in the sensation and something happens through the sensation, one through the other, one in the other. And at the limit, its is the same body that, being both subject and object, gives and receives the sensation."

Gilles Deleuze, Francis Bacon: The Logic of Sensation