"A sort of phantom limb sensation motivates me to draw closer to the (        ) which interests me most. We think we feel ourselves where we can't possibly be, an extension of our body. We go to examine the sensation, and discover the absence of ourselves. But there is something there. There is still a tingling. We know it is a lie, but we want to believe it is an extension of us. When and where did we lose this limb, that we feel a hankering after it? What battle occurred in time immemorial or before our conscious existence?" —William Keckler