I have done illegal things – spent moments out of the state of legality.

I have never been illegal – never woken up in a state of illegality. I have never been illegal as I ate, as I slept, as I drove, as I shit, illegal as I fucked, illegal as I walked my dog down the street, as I read a book, watched TV, worked at my job, as I sat and watched clouds, laughed, cried.

How can a person be illegal?