People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that's why there were all kinds of mess. There weren't a lot of mes per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that's all.
The physical body exists at a less evolved plane only to verify one's existence in the universe.
Are you really, truly my mother?
Are you?
There was no reason for me to stay in the real world any longer. In the real world, it didn't matter if I was there or not. When I realized that, I was no longer afraid of losing my body.
The border between the two isn't all that clear. I'll be able to enter it soon. In full range. Full motion. I'll translate myself into it.