Primal Questions

Do I want to only look at new ones, never been used, or is that a too restrictive market, too competitively priced for virginity of place and relationship on Earth? And, is such redemptively-intended virginity an asset or a deficit, in which ways? Could I rather shop in a wider market, someplace more gently used and well-maintained, someplace with smooth natural wood and stone, rich in character and not the smell of fresh acrylic paint, when I could have wisteria and roses lavender and mint wafting through those big brown or blue or grey or hazel door and window frames. If this prospective relationship does not bring sanity and health and pleasure and beauty then is that not a contract violation and time to be thinking about separation so Self and Others can get back into our confluent market for a better fit with this Time; not a decade ago? Have my needs and wants and preferences changed, while my life partner's and vocation's may feel boxed in, no more room for additions, lack of flexible floor plan, too big or too small? It happens. Have I changed my definition of paradise? "Beloved community" is not a sacred space I am still investing in. My fellow pilgrims, and places, and their path, seem entrenched in incompatibility. They have grown older, more cracks in the plaster, wear in the not-so-natural rugs, missing some shingles on the roof. Does the view from outside look more like a weedpatch, than my intended investment in paradise? While shopping gently used expands polycultural potential, it also brings its baggage. All that good and/or bad karma yours for a down payment but not always part of what you bargain for. Did I ask if anyone had ever been murdered here, or how many toxic fantasies cast their shadows? Is this place/person service/product/plant swimming in carcinogens, tumorous habits growing mold under the roof? What is prior experience with abuse, neglect, deferred maintenance? Do I have a right to know, to be informed? Could I ask prior co-habitors and self-marketers with a prospective position/vocation/place/person: Why are the two of you going your separate ways? Was this your decision or did it feel more like your house/spouse/employer gave you no choice? If it was your choice, if you have moved on to something more to your liking, rather than merely running away from a smelly situation, then what does your current relationship offer you by way of contentment, and peace, with justice and beauty and health, that is lacking in another prospective investment? Perhaps there were reasons unrelated to your vocational satisfaction. Maybe you couldn't afford to stay any more? Is this place/person high maintenance, do you think? Too heavily taxing, bleeding you through inflated costs of living, working, divesting, dispossession of responsibility and/or authority, too much Win-Lose gaming? Are there problems in the neighborhood/extended family that I should know about? Does the plumbing still work? Are the lights on but nobody's home? Would you recommend your house/spouse/job to your best in-the-market friend? Why or why not? What interior and exterior landscape and design issues did you have? What did you find were your interior and exterior relational strengths for future development? Knowing what you have learned through your own investment experience, who do you think would be the ideal partner for this former place now in my face? Too much information, or appropriate responsibility to be informed of which economic and political incarnations we embrace?