The next time a handicapped parking space


interrupts your pace,


thank God you “don’t qualify.”


   The idea of “special space,” or privileged space, deserves some consideration.


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   A redwood tree may tower high, but it never occupies more than a acre on Earth. Animals–small and large–occupy much more. And the space that people can occupy living, working, and visiting can be vast indeed. We will do a special post on that sometime. It’s interesting to contemplate where our feet fall during our lifetimes.

   Without beating this idea to death, most of us have a wide range to roam, while there are certain places and circumstances that are “off-limits” because of choices that we, or others, make for us. Some examples of space-limiting factors: nuclear research labs, prison cells, the shores of the island a person lives on, inside (or outside) a cloistered convent, a corporate board room, the “Club,” certain bedrooms as well as whole countries.

   And handicapped parking places¹.

   Some questions:

   (1)  How do I fill the space around me that I’m expected to, or am or entitled to?

   (2)  Am I missing some important place?

   (3)  Do I, or should I, build certain walls around myself?

   (4)  Do I, or should I, keep certain people out space assessable to me?

   (5)  Does this notion apply to electronic space?



   ¹ Nothing here is intended to be disparaging about those who have become entitled to handicapped parking places. We’re glad that need has been addressed.