And when my body enters into a state of decay, a system of decay that is imposed upon me by medical diagnosis, critical theorists— philosophers— long before I am even conceived, will I have failed to have existed? Had I even existed then in the repressed filing cabinet, a paper identifying my body with a state? Writings. Chicken scribbles.
Is this not my body?
All of my body, is not actually all of my body.
Body is what the state permits me access to—to control, to put into, to produce. Capital.
But, even then— that is not a body.
Agency exists concurrently within a governed-state.