The body knows things before you do and it (they) knows things you will never know in a way you will never. You may have a feeling, an impression (where body presses against consciousness and leaves their mark), but you will never get any closer. The body is already there between. The body is everywhere. You are just a small place contained. A state. Inside the body, made by the body. There is no outside, though you dream of it and imagine it in memories and that thing you call now. The body were never yours. Will never be.