It seems that our existence is constructed in this “space”.
A bit like living in an apartment but not controlling the clutter.
…and that we had to die suffocated under our own rubbish?
Interesting image. But can we talk about space without addressing time?
The weather?
His apprehension seems to be due to our capacity to forget: the heavier and more present the memories are, the longer and heavier time seems to us. No?
We should build a future “personality”, not dependent on our memories.
Not identifying with the past?
Do not identify only with the past, monitor your present clutter.
You’re going to talk to me about the construction of your soul, I see you coming.
I was thinking in passing:
Patience is exercised by those mortals whose time units are short; true maturity transcends patience by a forbearance born of real understanding. (UB 118:1.6)
Think far ahead and only take the necessary luggage.
Luggage, furniture, if you listened to us we could pass for happy movers.
But isn’t that what we will be: eternal travelers between two happy moves?