Only the form of your body

All bodies are real to me. You do not exist in memory or reality without being in the world. All is present in things, and only things matter. Only the form of your body, the force of its movement in will through the world, matters. I have to imagine you receiving my letter with legs folded under your body as you sit on a bed in a room you no longer rent. This makes you no less real, makes reality no less real, but infuses it with enough meaning to give life to what would be dead.