If a man is a stranger to his own skin, let there be no further questions about noble topics of philosophy. This coat he wears is an organ of intimate sense, profoundly important to the measure of his psychology. His self-awareness begs for this part of him to play an active role, for without it the man himself does not exist aside from passing clouds he calls thoughts and a most whimsical heart. The body is brought to the fore when a man’s skin is conscious of itself, and there is no more perfect way to quiet one’s mind and calm the heart than to animate this sheath that wraps his entirety.