I've been meaning to comment on this but my last Re-awoo reminds me. A close friend and now who I call a sister ended up reminding me of the risks and perhaps fruitless nature of focus on tangibles. I realize that it is, and has been, a source of my species dysphoria. That I think of myself differently because I don't have the form I would. There is that great and growing Wanting there that has been the result of too much focus on tangibles.

Of course when focused on the concrete of this plane, the lack of All That hurts. But... I am forgetting the lessons I've learned about realness. about validity. I am forgetting the fact that the spirit of being this otter form is the very same spirit that defines me. If I do not define myself by what is inside, I would not be that form I take either. Or any form. I am the spirit of it all.

It doesn't exactly serve to eliminate the fact that I do often wish I could experience Elsewhere and Elseform like I do everything here in the orthocosm, but maybe that is me clinging helplessly onto the material, instead of letting go and falling into the abstract nature of it all. Where every cosm and self flows together in this sea of connection and meaning.