Interior space, receptacle, habitation - the body places dwelling, harbours refuge. A garden girt by yarns, made by speaking. It presses, it presses against other bodies, onto other bodies. This is not a matter of mechanics or gravity.
Bodies weigh lightly.
Their weight is the rising of their mass to their surface. Endlessly, the mass rises to the surface, and peels off as a surface. The body is never solitary - a lone body. Its somatology is a site of incarnation, of knowing - where gnosis takes place as a turning, which is ruination. Its bony substance binds, strengthens, confirms.