For politics is defined by its somewhereness, its concrete historicity in the real world of human beings.

"You like that mancock in your sluthole, boy?” “Oh yeah, in my ass! I love it in my ass!”

Energy has seldom been found where we need it when we want it. Ancient nomads, wishing to ward off the evening chill and enjoy a meal around a campfire, had to collect wood and then spend time and effort coaxing the heat of friction out from between sticks to kindle a flame. With more settled people, animals were harnessed to capstans or caged in treadmills to turn grist into meal.

Will ye dwell in houses artificially adorned, not so milch for use as for delight, and shall My dwelling-place, wherein was the Holy of holies, and the Cherubim, and the table of shew-brend, be bestreamed with rains, …