It is the body, it is the heart insofar as it is yours belonging to me, the other heart, the heart of the other, there where the "spiritual" figure, the inherited metonymy, touches this heart, my body, in my body, and can no longer be disassociated from it.
We have to know, when the time comes, how to have a change of heart.
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