A but is we all ever had, life was never ours, a house? The fossil in Olduvai Gorge couldn't say you won't, a ceiling of mud would cave in eventually and the box of stone you eat and sleep in now, could be shared by an understanding and transcendence.
We can't have a sense of ownership when we lodged decidedly into the ephemeral nature of our being our first question leis who do we leave e to is behind it creates the need for childbirth and to train a soldier that would be a custodian of our stride it destroyed children lives who want to be what they desire with their own concept of wealth mostly freedoms.
A joint ownership is what an ashram portend and we could probably reincarnate back into our own house, Assured that the butler, inhabitants share a similar wot and philosophy we could leave the houses behind, take a singular room when we are in town, travel and leave it for other states and countries forever and ever.
Protected legally we could understand that human are tenants of life, a little room to sleep in and we would all couch surf from continent to continent, sharing space and lessons.
Babangida in a wheel chair in Minna wrote a book but what will happen to his house, his children would never stay there but if his house was an Ashram, if his mind was that light...
There are many empty houses in this country allowing a passerby mentally we could house millions but the concept of gravity, seeking rent makes it quite difficult, surely seek rent but when wealth piles it falls over into dirt and waste.
In a little trickle and life would be bird like seemingly onto oceans and vistas we would drink the entire world and be as we truly should.
Return to that block and sleep a little it's off to the next one, don't worry it's with my peoples.
Ours for the meantime, lifetime.
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