It's about space.

Last night I had the very unpleasant experience of having to sit with two of my housemates and the landlord in a discussion
about the complaints of a fourth housemate who declined to be in attendance. It was truly the case of who is more of a nutbar than whom...chocolate, caramel, nougat, etc. The landlord, a Polish guy who wants to remain a "roommate" and is therefore suspect of being a Snicker's, looked around the house and found nothing dirtier than the ordinary kind of dirty. Apparently, this fourth silent housemate had called the landlord and complained about dirty dishes, bathroom, etc. Was this a place for a
Toblerone?

Tonight I am thinking about the idea of pronoia. Mr. Brezny's conception of the universe. It works very well for me. The universe is supportive. The universe means us all well. We are living out our karma, primarily. It's about space. It's about personal space and the projection of the massive into the tiny.