I need my space!

I am an ongoing research at one level, or maybe several levels where each level is on a field test comparing its observations/theories with how it is in the field out there in the world, collecting further samples/variations. I, for sure, am a multifaceted, multidimensional being. I cant say for sure about others. I hence need spaces to document, voice out where there is no other forum otherwise, for I have things to say worth being said again and not being said enough vehemently. I come therefore to Spaces for this is a space I can be in too.

Peek-a-boo

I revealed a hiding place yesterday and here I am, today, writing in this space after having not visited this space in some time - hiding from that space which was revealed. It is more like a little guerilla warfare or a game of peek-a-boo. An aspect of me, quite healthy from the looks of it and maintaining forte at that, needs/finds a space in which to play around with ideas,idiosyncracies, quirks, experiment things a bit, much like in a laboratory with or without further movement in the same line of thought explored in the world out there. It is much like a private playspot where the vulnerable parts of me can just be without the judgments and appropriatisms of the world and its expectations. I guess in a sense I also refer to the observer within each of us, the experiencer into whom percolates the experience of living in the circumstances one comes to find oneself in, and this space in my imagination is like the deepest room in the house, and one needs the space of that room just as much as anything else, and it is important and its importance needs to be acknowledged and provided for, for the individual (or the person within the person) lives here.

In living a 'public' life where avenues like Facebook and Twitter gets updates about everyday happenings and is followed by all and sundry at various levels of acquaintenceship, privacy and a space of unfettered honesty becomes important to maintain sanity and balance between ones inner and outer selves, at least until stuch point as the twain can as though one large movement sway as one breath through all that there is, unfettered and presencing what needs be presenced, without disharmonizing, maybe more harmonizing than things ever were, making the world a better place to live in in its wake.