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CloseSome people have internal homes, that they associate with themselves and their inner selves. Some people call this spirituality, some others call it psychology. Idk what you call it. But... Let's describe
Our homes. Not the place our body lives, but the place where the consciousness - the mind, the soul, the sentiments, call it what you may, lives.
I'll start by describing mine. x3
It is a large castle in the middle of a sandy grassland expanse, with sparse trees, few and far between, including one close to the castle. the inside of the castle is actually very simple despite being very large; there are few very large rooms, the bricks are extremely unpolished, but their shape is relatively even. The place is always sunny, and light is always seeping through the tall windows that are the only decoration in the castle, apart from paintings that are also few and far between. The windows are extremely simplistic, and they lit rooms that are always empty -- in fact the only room with furniture in the whole castle is my own room, which lies in one of the highest places of the castle, being a very small room with a desk, a bed and a stool. And that's it. There's also plenty of paper and black ink.
Though wide, the castle isn't lit by candles at all, light simply seeps in through the many windows and cracks on the walls. The place's always been this empty. And I kind of simply live there wandering around. Oh, and there are no animals nearby. x3
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Our homes. Not the place our body lives, but the place where the consciousness - the mind, the soul, the sentiments, call it what you may, lives.
I'll start by describing mine. x3
It is a large castle in the middle of a sandy grassland expanse, with sparse trees, few and far between, including one close to the castle. the inside of the castle is actually very simple despite being very large; there are few very large rooms, the bricks are extremely unpolished, but their shape is relatively even. The place is always sunny, and light is always seeping through the tall windows that are the only decoration in the castle, apart from paintings that are also few and far between. The windows are extremely simplistic, and they lit rooms that are always empty -- in fact the only room with furniture in the whole castle is my own room, which lies in one of the highest places of the castle, being a very small room with a desk, a bed and a stool. And that's it. There's also plenty of paper and black ink.
Though wide, the castle isn't lit by candles at all, light simply seeps in through the many windows and cracks on the walls. The place's always been this empty. And I kind of simply live there wandering around. Oh, and there are no animals nearby. x3
DESCRIBE URZ IF U HAV GO NOW GOGOGO
That's an interesting approach as it requires you to have a visual image of it. Apparantly some people have that (my partner, for example),
I am one of those who only have a foggy image when reading or imagining. Stopping sometimes to imagine how someone "could" look like according to a description, but never having a clear image.
A place to be at ease and to have conversation was a fireplace of sorts that I shared. Like in the beauty and the beast, with a beige sofa on front. I could associate with the image, although I couldn't have described it myself. It is and was a home of a different kind. Very relaxing.
I am one of those who only have a foggy image when reading or imagining. Stopping sometimes to imagine how someone "could" look like according to a description, but never having a clear image.
A place to be at ease and to have conversation was a fireplace of sorts that I shared. Like in the beauty and the beast, with a beige sofa on front. I could associate with the image, although I couldn't have described it myself. It is and was a home of a different kind. Very relaxing.
This is an interesting topic!
Although... It's a difficult one for me to answer, and not because I'm unsure of my own "home", but because this idea and indeed, my own "home" is very connected to a project I've been working on for some 14 years now. So it's strange, but I have to avoid spoilers while doing this.
The best way I can describe it is to show some reference photos from my wallpaper collection, since I usually get backgrounds that carry this "world" with them, so I can be more at peace and connected with it. I would describe it as a cool (temperature wise) vastness... An untamed wilderness that was very quiet, very subtle, without much Human settlement. It's almost an unknown, there doesn't seem to really be anyone else there, but nobody really needs to be because... They are? Maybe it's something like being able to feel the world around you. A very deep connection. The world is bigger than you, bigger than everyone and everything else that inhabits it. But it's very welcoming, in a mysterious way.
It's hard to describe, because I'm still working out what it really means to me, and also because a lot of it is based on sound, lighting, temperature, scent, etc. Things that I can't really describe. Here's a few good references:
http://rpgmaker.net/media/content/users/29496/locker/wallhaven173695.jpg
http://rpgmaker.net/media/content/users/29496/locker/wallhaven188071.jpg
http://rpgmaker.net/media/content/users/29496/locker/wallhaven90122.jpg
As best as I can figure, a lot of it is based on memories from my childhood of places that I went and can no longer return to, or people I met but can't meet again. Things that are lost forever, but you can always go back to. It's super hard to explain!
Although... It's a difficult one for me to answer, and not because I'm unsure of my own "home", but because this idea and indeed, my own "home" is very connected to a project I've been working on for some 14 years now. So it's strange, but I have to avoid spoilers while doing this.
The best way I can describe it is to show some reference photos from my wallpaper collection, since I usually get backgrounds that carry this "world" with them, so I can be more at peace and connected with it. I would describe it as a cool (temperature wise) vastness... An untamed wilderness that was very quiet, very subtle, without much Human settlement. It's almost an unknown, there doesn't seem to really be anyone else there, but nobody really needs to be because... They are? Maybe it's something like being able to feel the world around you. A very deep connection. The world is bigger than you, bigger than everyone and everything else that inhabits it. But it's very welcoming, in a mysterious way.
It's hard to describe, because I'm still working out what it really means to me, and also because a lot of it is based on sound, lighting, temperature, scent, etc. Things that I can't really describe. Here's a few good references:
http://rpgmaker.net/media/content/users/29496/locker/wallhaven173695.jpg
http://rpgmaker.net/media/content/users/29496/locker/wallhaven188071.jpg
http://rpgmaker.net/media/content/users/29496/locker/wallhaven90122.jpg
As best as I can figure, a lot of it is based on memories from my childhood of places that I went and can no longer return to, or people I met but can't meet again. Things that are lost forever, but you can always go back to. It's super hard to explain!
Am I the only one who has difficulties to comprehend the concept of this topic?
Like, I tried, but I couldn't understand what the opening post is asking me.
Like, I tried, but I couldn't understand what the opening post is asking me.
Corfaisus
"It's frustrating because - as much as Corf is otherwise an irredeemable person - his 2k/3 mapping is on point." ~ psy_wombats
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Home is where my heart is, so home is inside my ribcage. I'm always away from home even though I keep it with me always.
My spiritual home is a large rock in the middle of a rolling ocean. At least, that's where I go when I meditate. Either that or a grassy spot in a wooded area near a stream.
My spiritual home is a large rock in the middle of a rolling ocean. At least, that's where I go when I meditate. Either that or a grassy spot in a wooded area near a stream.
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Am I the only one who has difficulties to comprehend the concept of this topic?
Like, I tried, but I couldn't understand what the opening post is asking me.
its asking you to take yourself very seriously
Shinan
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Hmm...
My home is... small and remote. A tiny room with a bed (or more like a mattress on the floor) and a computer with internet access. Maybe a metal container or like a concrete cell. Probably no windows.
This box is located in the middle of a gigantic forest.
My home is... small and remote. A tiny room with a bed (or more like a mattress on the floor) and a computer with internet access. Maybe a metal container or like a concrete cell. Probably no windows.
This box is located in the middle of a gigantic forest.
My home:
A large lake in a mountain valley, with lush grass and giant oaks. It's always twilight, with the moonlight bouncing off the water causing it to shimmer. I Always lay down by the giant oak nearest to the lake. A brisk wind flows through the valley.
A large lake in a mountain valley, with lush grass and giant oaks. It's always twilight, with the moonlight bouncing off the water causing it to shimmer. I Always lay down by the giant oak nearest to the lake. A brisk wind flows through the valley.
The concept of an inward home, to me, implies that there is a physical, more serene, happier place for me to dwell that exists only in my mind and is devoid of all conflict and contrary opinion. A place to be in solitude away from the evil of others. The truth is, in such a serene, solitary place I couldn't handle to be in the presence of my dark self. My favourite places are places of relational warmth, and solitary, seemingly peaceful environments only seem to amplify the sense of loneliness I feel inside. I am not a lonely person - on the contrary, I have many friends. The friends I have amplify my joy, and cause me to be more aware of myself, not less. So although alone time is necessary, to think of myself in a climate, only in my mental, retreating to this idyllic location free of conflict and drama, seems kind of selfish. Please do not interpret this wrongly; I don't think that someone who imagines a peaceful serene place inside their mind is, by any means, selfish or unkind or even loathing of people's company. It's only that I find it difficult to portray my state of mind as being separate from the people I know and love, and my mind correlates that to mean I'm happiest without them.
The above is the reason why I have trouble describing the state of my mind in physical terms. Nevertheless, I will describe a physical place that represents where my mind is mostly situated. Rather than describing a place where I would ideally like to stay or live, the following is a description of the place where my mind currently lives.
...my inward home is a spartan, white-tiled room with a window on the north face cleaned so often is just as much a mirror as it is transparent. A spiral staircase that descends in the south-east corner of the room into the north-west corner of the room - in a sense, the space is non-Euclidean. A skylight, a larger-than-life swinging sticks kinetic sculpture, a worn mattress. A broken Rubik's cube. Reams of paper and a handful of stationery in a "Best Dad Ever" cup, on a big teak table. I will be resting on the floor with my hands over my knees. A Bible is next to my bed.
The above is the reason why I have trouble describing the state of my mind in physical terms. Nevertheless, I will describe a physical place that represents where my mind is mostly situated. Rather than describing a place where I would ideally like to stay or live, the following is a description of the place where my mind currently lives.
...my inward home is a spartan, white-tiled room with a window on the north face cleaned so often is just as much a mirror as it is transparent. A spiral staircase that descends in the south-east corner of the room into the north-west corner of the room - in a sense, the space is non-Euclidean. A skylight, a larger-than-life swinging sticks kinetic sculpture, a worn mattress. A broken Rubik's cube. Reams of paper and a handful of stationery in a "Best Dad Ever" cup, on a big teak table. I will be resting on the floor with my hands over my knees. A Bible is next to my bed.
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