Glove

"The body is a bit like a rubber glove. It is animated by you. It matches your movement, stretches with you, follows you, covers you. As you wear it, it becomes a part of you. But it is not you. You are the hand that fills it. The hand... which has hands of its own. And sometimes wears rubber gloves." He chuckled to himself, sighed, and shook his head. "Now I've gone and lost you. Life is such a hard thing to explain to those living in it!"