We generally think of space as empty. Not so. We are the ones who make it empty and dead or lively and dynamic. The space between two strangers withdrawn into themselves, wishing they were elsewhere, is dead space, at best sluggish and murky. When one notices the unobserving other, a dynamic unidirectional river flows through space. The other feels it, notices. The river becomes an interflow, then an ocean. The space between the two persons enlivens. No longer is there a between. Now it is an among.
Friendship and love are qualities of space. So is enmity. We affect the quality of space around us through emotional discharge. We create a certain atmosphere. This can be and usually is quite subtle. The red space of anger and the black space of despair are extremes.
Many of us have a public face for public space. We don this face like a mask as we move into the world. The mask is one we have carefully cultivated. We have a different mask for different groups.
We carefully orchestrate our facial muscles to (temporarily) fool ourselves and trick the other into our sociodrama. We do this without thought. The space around us and between us and others is no longer lively, creative, freeflowing and dynamic. It is a stage, a theater. We dominate the space and turn it into our own production. We entrance the other with our glamor. The space has become a spider’s trap for pouncing.
Not me, you say. But any time that we look at another with desire and intent, not necessarily amorous, we transform the space between us. Space is qualitative. Babies sense it. Dogs respond to it. Cats see it. We all feel the quality of space, the atmosphere of a room, the transformation of room atmosphere when certain folk enter or leave.
We have a default space quality, a surrounding energy field that we create, fall into and wear through the day, transforming space as we go. The default mode we continue to choose affects our physiology, our breathing, our soul. Your default mode is YOU. Default modes of space transformation range from a self-created monster inflicting terror, pain, and suffering within self and others to an angel of delight and joy. Many seem to occupy a middle ground of bland indifference.
The spatial quality of ourselves and others determines our movement mode. We move toward and look to move into radiant space. We move away from and move against alarming space. We move with identical space, the spaces most like our own.
We are space beings who think ourselves solid. Space calls us into being. Space is our home.
Friendship and love are qualities of space. So is enmity. We affect the quality of space around us through emotional discharge. We create a certain atmosphere. This can be and usually is quite subtle. The red space of anger and the black space of despair are extremes.
Many of us have a public face for public space. We don this face like a mask as we move into the world. The mask is one we have carefully cultivated. We have a different mask for different groups.
We carefully orchestrate our facial muscles to (temporarily) fool ourselves and trick the other into our sociodrama. We do this without thought. The space around us and between us and others is no longer lively, creative, freeflowing and dynamic. It is a stage, a theater. We dominate the space and turn it into our own production. We entrance the other with our glamor. The space has become a spider’s trap for pouncing.
Not me, you say. But any time that we look at another with desire and intent, not necessarily amorous, we transform the space between us. Space is qualitative. Babies sense it. Dogs respond to it. Cats see it. We all feel the quality of space, the atmosphere of a room, the transformation of room atmosphere when certain folk enter or leave.
We have a default space quality, a surrounding energy field that we create, fall into and wear through the day, transforming space as we go. The default mode we continue to choose affects our physiology, our breathing, our soul. Your default mode is YOU. Default modes of space transformation range from a self-created monster inflicting terror, pain, and suffering within self and others to an angel of delight and joy. Many seem to occupy a middle ground of bland indifference.
The spatial quality of ourselves and others determines our movement mode. We move toward and look to move into radiant space. We move away from and move against alarming space. We move with identical space, the spaces most like our own.
We are space beings who think ourselves solid. Space calls us into being. Space is our home.
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