I often have trouble conceptualizing you as a physical entity that exists in this world. Not through any spiritual framework. I don't view you as a particularly aetherial being. But because you're so, ultra-physical. The way you describe sense and touch and cause and effect and the realities of a world designed for overwhelming mundane pain.
They are existent on a more physical tactile level than the world I process through my brain. I feel ill defined on a textural level compared to what you put onto paper and pixel. I think that's the purpose of good writing. Maybe.