Where am I?
Is this place inside...
    that place where
           images and ideas frolic
           strange thoughts
           ordinary thoughts
           are woven into the inside of a basket...
A me!!!
Can you see me in this inside place?
I am hiding...
Only I know.

Where am I?
Is this place outside?
Clothed in my body...
                  my eyes looking out
                  my fingers touching out
                  my voice speaking out
                  are woven as a sensing garment...

 Am I a-we-of-two not one?
Sometimes I feel so separate
As if I live in two separate worlds....
Yet, so strangely,
these two worlds operate in the same locale,
a physical place.
Do I know me because the two Is are here?

        As I struggle with space and its role in a “virtual” world, I am drawn into the relationship between space and the self.  I remember my mother asking my children at dinner, “Do you ever think over there?”  She encircled a spot with her finger about 12 inches in diameter next to her head, in empty space.  It has been the source of family amusement because it so accurately described my mother.  She was so often “out there” in space.  She often seemed to be outside her body “in another world.”  She seemed to reside in a space that was not connected to her physical body.  It is as if the physical world did not exist.  She did not describe herself in this state as being “inside” her head, but she was “outside” her body.  She was dis-embodied when she “thinks over there.”  She resided in a substantial sense “over there.”  What is thinking or conscious space?  Where does it reside?  Do we depend on the body to describe where the self is?  Can the self be perceived separate from the body?  How do we determine space?