And around me (the thirteen of us excepted) the travelling world is existing in its own little world. Everyone is plugged into their iPhone and listening to whatever it is that defines their personal world. That is until a cool chappie person gets on with his 'Stingray' monster wheeled bike and his personal music choice playing 'out loud'! How very dare he?
Well, I guess he dares because he can't be heard by anyone else - they're all living in sn exclusive world of their own expensive making. He, being young (and black) can only do the same by means of a naff, treble-rich, transistor radio.
Seems that living in our own space sometimes means we cross or even impinge on the realities (and space) of others! For many though, inhabiting our own space and living in our own choices means we live outside the lives of others too!
This is true of the faith spaces we create for ourselves. Makes me wonder whether I exist among others or with them?
Pax.
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