Lace

Lace, the kind etched for doilies or for the lining of her undergarments, extends and ensnares. Or invites and waits. The intricacy of entanglements is both arbitrary and divinely sanctioned. When we understand this, this wildly simple yet deeply consummate exchange between bodies, of humans and things, we need do nothing more than notice.

"There is a human body when, between one eye and the other, between hand and hand, a blending of some sort takes place - when the spark is lit between sensing and sensible, lighting the fire that will not stop burning until some accident of the body will undo what no accident would have sufficed to do...." (Maurice Merleau-Ponty, 1964, Primacy of Perception)