"He alone has a position comprable to that of the wild animal and he is sacred. What is within him has, in relation to things, a destructive violence." (Bataille)Things are efficient things. Man, too is an efficient thing. But a part remains untainted by utility. Man who lives without looking into the horizon but watches mud collect after rain or bites his arms in an ecstacy of touch - Man without a future breaks the table on which his past life once sat complacently and that man stares at already - present Death and heaves a violent scream of bliss. Non-individual, glaring at death, the sovereign does not not work - he is the opposite of productive man. The sovereign is always sacred because the things of this world are no more than flesh, metal and leaves - they are continuous with him and can never to "tools".