Like the relation between the wave and the ocean, the swimmer is a discrete entity only in the moment. The swimmer swims into the butter out of which the swimmer is made. The same is true for the players. They leap from and drink from the very same stuff that forms them. Made out of meat, human beings stand outside as if projected on a screen or on the wall of some cave; they mill around and look in with their cameras.
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