feeling at home

Hi Lain, do you ever feel that home isn't here ? Trying to see, grasp, reach home but never being able to, something will always be missing but you can swear that you were at home once so it should be possible to reach home. Sometime I wonder if the universe is searching for home too, trees reaching to the sky seems to have the same goal as humans deciphering the unknown. Tell me Lain, how can I be a home ? This world is too exhausting to me

>>8812 To me, home is where my bed is. I don't sleep that well in beds I don't know, but if I can sleep in it, it's home to me. It is the smallest core area I can call mine, my safe haven, my spawn point. From here I start my day, and here I end it. No matter what, I always return to it.

^ I agree with anon above me. I consider home a place I always return to. People are always moving, the world is always moving endlessly. You can discover a new home any time. I think the internet is my home, most of my best memories have happened here, I come back every day, and the things and people that excite me the most are here. My physical home maybe, I'd say the country and house I was born in, as much as I hate it, that's home too.

>>8813 Funny you mentioned bed, what I consider home is my dreams or atleast my mind Recently I had a lucid dream, instead of flying or having sex I just explore this mall/shop that seems so familiar to me, there is many place like this in my dreams, places that seems more real, familiar than anything in this so called real world. Most of my time I'm daydreaming, creating fake scenarios and I can't help but to wonder if I'm not myself in a scenario. Last year after a dream, I had this voice, I know it came from my head but I wasn't the one saying it. It told me "your solitude is the tear of God's" If our life is just God dreaming, pretending then that would explain this feeling of not being home, but what to do if you can't stand home because of it's emptiness. All one is the same as alone

Perhaps my mother's womb was a home, but I doubt it. I don't remember it there that well, but I remember every dwelling place since and they have felt transient. Sometimes I get a strange feeling, reoccurring from first memories to sometime around now, that is difficult to explain; I will try again. A buzzing sensation, approaching dizziness but immaterial, I become wide-eyed and time slows or feels strange, I feel at once completely at peace and deeply uneasy, melancholic and ecstatic. Perhaps in another moment I could explain it better, but that is it for now. The feeling is rare, but when I watch SEL it approaches as if engineered. It is almost frightening how completely it both invokes and mirrors my feeling. The numinous feeling hits me in waves. I spent a night stargazing, lying in the desert sand all night long this summer, and I felt it. Sometimes I feel it while walking at night down deserted city streets. Sometimes I feel it in the midst of an otherwise unremarkable, busy day. I think that feeling is home. I don't know how to describe it other than the presence of God.

Where's the international proletariat button on this thing?

Home is a human bias, the universe in itself can't have this bias.