A life thus names a restless activeness, a destructive-creative force-presence that does not coincide fully with any specific body. A life tear the fabric of the actual without ever coming fully `out` in a person, place, or thing. A life points to ... `matter in variation that enters assemblages and leaves them. A life is a vitality proper not to any individual but to `pure immanence,` or that protean swarm that is not actual though it is real: `A life contains only virtuals. It is made of virtualities.