Whilst sitting on my room I realized something funny, it was one of those moments that would shout out to anyone but you, that hey, something is happening. As it was, I continued blissfully unaware that I was sitting down and not up. A common mistake, to be sure, for who would sit up? I don't sit straight, so of course that never passed my mind. I digress. There I was, in all ignorance, sitting down on my room. On, you understand, and not in. Perhaps because of the hour, it was early, not late. On, because to say I was in my room would have been inaccurate, if I had a room and wasn't on it, that is. I've claimed the room, but it is not mine, or it is in the sense that I have decided so myself and others seem to have agreed. I've piled my stuff there nonetheless so perhaps what I've claimed has some truth.

I cannot explain the on until the passing of mind has become common knowledge between more than just me. Not that knowledge can physically be between me (disregarding any books of import that happen to be placed to the side of each foot I posses). But between you and me common knowledge should not need explaining, or indeed, any elaboration that is being put forth. What I was saying is simply that the knowledge didn't go through me, which really would have been pointless - if it goes through me I cannot retain it, but is that not the same for everyone? But the knowledge passed me, so I was aware of its' existence, and if you are at least aware, and I am talking about you as well as me, then it cannot be discredited that the knowledge was there even in passing. Well, that was how it was for me, I was AWARE that I was sitting down on my room, but for the life of me I could not fathom why that would be considered odd.

But if you note, and agree, that the passing of knowledge is better than the through, or indeed, the cross: which is tricky and not at all of import as of now and shall be discussed upon no longer. Then perhaps you could grasp why I was not in my room, but on it. Obvious really, when one thinks about it, which leaves me to believe that I must explain things no matter how basic or crude. But perhaps you already know and I am the one whose credit is lessoned. Human I credit I mean, not that of fake numbers, real credit that cannot possibly take the shape of a card, ridiculous as that is.

I was sitting on my room, because it would have been redundant to be inside (as I obviously already am, inside that is, as a room tends to stay within the building it was built), but you've entered my world without meaning to, or indeed, perchance, without my permission or knowledge. Two souls are accounted for, quite possibly three; if you are the fourth or indeed higher (since lower would put you in the minus, and frankly we don't want you there), then I have no account for you but no care either. That which I noted, whilst sitting on a room I've claimed as my own, early, with passing knowledge, and which thought I quite funny was, despite my absurdities, that I had control of more than just myself, or indeed, of you, but that of time, something far greater than us combined. I suggest you sit back now least I steal more from you than just pieces of your durational existence on this earth. On, you understand, not in.