just been pontificating

The space that we want to be "ours" is never in totality only known to us. Somewhere i feel there is a spill of external factors in this "our space". For instance, each time i have been spaced out, there is a deluge of what i have been through in the past; the past could be an earlier event in time, a just concluded incident which perhaps was the reason i was thrown into my space.

Now, i ask myself when i am spaced out and I'm not thinking about the existence, but I'm in a different world (yes, my space) then why does the existence enter my space, quite ironic.

another one that rankles my pneuma

For money you can have everything it is said. No, that is not true. You can buy food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; soft beds, but not sleep; knowledge but not intelligence; glitter, but not comfort; fun, but not pleasure; acquaintances, but not friendship; servants, but not faithfulness; grey hair, but not honor; quiet days, but not peace. The shell of all things you can get for money. But not the kernel. That cannot be had for money.