make sense, or whatever. I as author imagine my readers. I imagine what makes sense; but much more than that, much more basically than that, to have a sense of any object (including my own body) is to presuppose a number of points of view. I construct a ‘synoptic’, a ‘walking around’ picture, of an object, a person, something that I encounter, by imagining other points of view. But I can’t even imagine my own body as a unit without imagining another point of view. To think of myself as a body, to