Where would we be—what would we be—without our skin, our hide? My hide defines me; it establishes the limits, the boundaries, between the ‘me’ and the not-me. Home is the place where one’s very ‘hide’—limited and bounded almost by definition—fits.
Kurtz and Ketcham fuse the somatic and psychological senses of ‘hide’: the skin that bounds the self and the shelter in which the self may safely become vulnerable are revealed as structurally identical.
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