Oh, Anais...

"The modern Christ said: I was born without a skin.  I dreamed once that I stood naked in a garden and that it was carefully and neatly peeled, like a fruit.  Not an inch of skin left on my body.  It was all gently pulled off, all of it, and then I was told to walk, to live, to run.  I walked slowly at first, and the garden was very soft, and I felt the softness of the garden so acutely, not on the surface of my body, but all through it, the soft warm air and the perfumes penetrated me like needles through every open bleeding pore.  All the pores open and breathing the softness, the warmth and the smells.  The whole body invaded, penetrated, responding, every tiny cell and pore active and breathing and trembling and enjoying.  I shrieked with pain.  I ran.  And as I ran the wind lashed me, and then the voices of people like whips on me.  Being touched!  Do you know what it is to be touched by a human being!"

-Anais Nin, House of Incest